I told my group at work that I was leaving. We’ve had the same core of people for quite a while now, and they’re like a bit of family to me. We’ve shared so many things. They’ve been with me when I got married, graduated college, and had a baby. We’ve had parties, eaten a lot of food, and laughed together. They are a large part of why I enjoyed my job so much. And I feel like I’m breaking up with them.
I guess I am.
That saddens me. I couldn’t keep from tearing up as they came by and said they’ll miss me. Even though we all know it’ll be a little while until they find someone. It still hurts. I still feel forced to make a decision I didn’t want to make. I didn’t want to leave.
But here I am. I might have a job through the end of the summer, or so. Who knows?
I know I made the right decision for me, my boy, my family. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a few tiny regrets right now. It’s possible that my writing will take off even more and I won’t look back. I’ve met some terrific people with whom I will stay friends for a long time. And for that, I’m extremely grateful.