Day 1, no job. I haven’t been without an organizational tie in, oh, 8 years, and this is weird. Very, very weird. It is far too soon to make a judgment on whether or not I like it, so for today I will embrace the freedom for a hair cut and some post-pneumonia recovery. By this time next week, I predict I will be craving a full time job.
My last day at work was what I should have expected, really nice. You see, despite being aggravated much of the time at some of the DISorganization I experienced, the organization itself housed some pretty fine people. I may have left that out, but I will miss being with some of them every day, a lot.
After I said my tearful goodbyes, me, my shoes, and all of my wine club wine, an entire case, split up among various bags, took a walk through Boston, not knowing what to do without a job to go to the next day.
The light was spectacular.
I meandered down Commonwealth Avenue, which, if you pay attention and take it all in, is quite grand.
I sat on a bench under the great big trees for a very long time, wondering if I had made the right decision and decided that right or wrong, it was the best decision I could make right now.
Before I headed to meet my husband at Island Creek Oyster Bar, I photographed one of my favorite places in town, a quiet underpass on Comm Ave that means nothing to most people.
The last steep incline of the Boston Marathon, this is also the quietest spot. An underpass under Mass Ave, it is the only time over the course of 26.2 miles that no one can see you, and I love it for that. It is the place where, for a few seconds, there is the solitude to collect your thoughts about what you have just done and what you are about to do.
Kind of a symbolic place to find myself on such a monumental day in my life.
Back later with a full Island Creek Oyster Bar review. . . if I am not back there eating MORE oysters
Thank you all for your support over these rollercoaster weeks! You are simply the best readers and friends a girl could ask for!