first day

woke up at 8:13 am.  thought how nice that i don’t actually have to get up until … well, whenever.  tried going back to bed.  mind racing thinking about all the things that i left unfinished at the office (and … wait, did i even reassign the tasks  to someone else?).  spooned with mgs.  stared at mgs.  got restless, got out of bed, went to the back porch.  watered the plants and brought the basil out for some sun.  loaded the dishwasher.  wiped down the counters.  rearranged the kitchen appliances.  made coffee.  checked my voicemail.  considered rearranging the bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table.  figured out that the odd mass that my co-worker gave me for my last day is actually two slices of banana bread (though it looks more like mooncake).  spooked by mgs staring at me in the kitchen doorway.  took a sip of coffee.  updating blog.

leaving the agency and brOakland feels like high school/college graduation.  you know how you’ll stay in touch with people, but because of the physical separation, things will never be the same again.  man oh man did i feel sad last night and that feeling is slowly creeping back.  never take any moment for granted people — never!