Today is my last day of work. I only have 20 minutes remaining. I should be ecstatic, but I'm not. I'm happy, and I'm looking forward to this new adventure, but I'm incredibly melancholy at leaving behind the people I have come to know so well over the past 3 years. I have made lifelong friends and some wonderful acquaintances--many of whom I will miss seeing on a daily basis. I know without a doubt that I'm making the right decision, and frankly, I have come to hate the job, but it's always hard for me to leave the people. I have learned something from each of them and will remember them always. Others I will be glad to never see again, but that comes with the territory. Several people have come by today to let me know how much they will miss me, which makes me feel great. Some of them were quite unexpected even, so you never know who you're making an impression upon. I plan to come back periodically and visit, but that's still to be determined. Even the best laid plans sometimes don't come to fruition. There are several people who I hope to keep in touch with, but even that might last. But suffice it to say that this job has molded me in more ways than one and while I'm glad to be moving on, I'm thankful that I have traveled this road.