It's been five months. I saw this coming, but the pace was unbelievable. I didn't want leave my job yet but perhaps He has better plans for me. In the first quarter of the year, the unemployment rate was 7.5%. I am now an addition to the pack.
In other news... Feelings.
It was bittersweet when my contract ended. I had so much work that I left lying there for the next person to work on in frantic pressure. Not that it gave me pleasure slacking off on my last few days knowing someone ought to clean up the mess. Well, maybe a little, but only when I'm having that exhilarating thought that after this I will be grateful once again for having 24 hours a day, because while working it just didn't seem enough. But I loved my job, I did. I went through so much in five months. It was wonderful, it was awful, but at the end of the day it's still more wonderful than it was awful. I say so because I didn't have to think whenever I was asked if I liked my work. I said yes with conviction and did everything so willingly. I hadn't seen myself grow up that fast since the time I decided I was too old to open the TV and immediately flip to either Nick or Disney in a split second.
It was rough starting two months post-breakup, information overload, meeting new people. I met some who will probably make it to my "come and go" list, but some made an imprint like I was placed there for a reason, like I was meant to meet these people. Six degrees of separation intensified or something. But I guess whenever you leave a place, you always take at least one big thing along with you. I packed whatever knowledge I could, but I carried something I didn't know I would get when I entered that office. And within those five months, unexpectedly, I found love.
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