How does freedom feel?
This is my last day here at work and I’m feeling absolutely giddy. I think that’s why I wasn’t able to sleep last night (sure, it’s not the insomnia…) I was so excited to start my last day.
The trainees were so sweet. They gave me a going-away card and everyone’s been telling me how sad they felt about my leaving. I’m sorta sad to leave them, too, but the anticipation of actually being rid of this company is just too intense.
As Liesl said upon tasting her first kiss in the gazebo…”WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (please insert rain-drenched dress and tresses.)
How does freedom feel?
Immobilizing. And yet I’m dancing. Does that even make sense?
