Final days at work are always tough, but this week has had it's emotional moments. I'm so pleased to be rid of work commitments for a while, but I can't help but think about what I'm leaving behind for what is effectively, an unplanned, random trip. My job was so easy, maybe too easy for me to feel totally satisfied, but anyway I've made my decisions and now I'm committed to them. It's going to be very tough leaving this city (Manchester) for a while, but I've made my mind up to move here permanently when I'm more settled.
So, I've got a few days to kill and learn to switch off from work completely. I've chosen to be a local tourist for those few days, but for now it's a Friday night (I know, I know, finishing work on Friday the 13th is a potentially bad omen) and I'm off out to celebrate this weekend. My working life is effectively over for the best part of six months YAY!