Last Day at Work

I am about to head out to work. My last day of work. At three years and two weeks, it is the longest job I've had.

I've been asked many times in the last two weeks why I am leaving. After explaining that I am going to spend more time with my husband and what he is doing, the responses have been nothing but overwhelming support and genuine happiness, hard for anyone to come up with any other reaction when they see my perma-grin and hear the lightness in my voice.

And so one chapter ends ...