Farewell.

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.