I just picked up my box of stuff from my former place of employment. It’s a weird feeling to have almost 6 years of busting your ass reduced to a box of random items, shown here:

I thought I’d feel ecstatic. But really, I just feel weird. It’s like, I went to college, I worked so hard, I studied for these insurance exams and tried to talk to the right people and do the right things … all for this. To have kids and quit. But I’m thankful. It will just take some getting used to.

I should have taken the time to tell a few people F*CK YOU before I left for good. But, alas … I forgot. I was too focused on making sure that Husband got a picture of me waving goodbye to the sign.

 Goodbye, career. I don’t think I’ll miss you.