‘Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.’
Semisonic, ‘Closing Time,’ Feeling Strangely Fine, 1998

After six years and some months of loyal service, I quit my job; today was my last day. My now-former co-workers saw me off with a pizza lunch, and some of them gave me parting gifts–two shirts and a knapsack–and now, as of 3:30 PM Vancouver time, it’s all over.

I will admit there were a few minutes earlier this afternoon when I wondered if I had made a mistake in submitting my notice to my supervisor; I guess that happens to everyone who has quit their job, especially when they have nothing else waiting in the wings, as is the case with me right now. I was stoked and scared of this day–another example of how change is scary as well as exciting, I guess.

I had the privilege of working with some wonderful, if eccentric, people over the six years and few months I’ve worked at the job I just quit–my interactions and relationships with those folks were the best part of working at my now-former job; I do intend to drop by from time to time to visit them and catch up, and I promised them I’d do my damndest to not be a stranger.  But, for me, the time has come to move on.

Now, I’m going to enjoy my unemployment for a bit, before moving on to the next stage.