Today is my last day in the working world for a while, because Monday, I begin life as a full-time grad student.
Commence Panic Attack Here.
Overall, I am excited, a bit anxious (still! haven't! finished! homework!) and mostly in disbelief. It hasn't really sunk in that today is the last time, I will look out the window of my 11th floor office (I actually attained a window office, who knows when/if that will ever happen again) at the east Houston skyline. It is the last time I will walk across the parking lot to my car, admiring the downtown skyline near dusk, with the fiery orange and pink sky. This morning was the last time I picked up breakfast tacos at Villa Arcos for the remaining faithful taco club members.
I am more sentimental about this than I anticipated I would be.
There have people here who have made me sane, even made me enjoy myself, when work made me want to slit my wrists with mylars. Some I know I will keep in contact with, others I know it'll be a final good bye. It's bittersweet.
It's been real, it's been fun, and it hasn't always been real fun, but I'm thankful for the experience and the people.