It’s not even 8 but I’ve already cried at school.
Ookay, another post about my job ending: I actually really feel like this is the end of something significant because working with kids has been my main income for the last 8 years. And with starting my new real life art job, real talk about grad school, talks with boyfriend about our future (!!!!!!), and my birthday, everything feels a lot more transitory than it ever has before.
Whoa whoa I have never experienced this -last day at work- feeling because I’ve never quit a job and I feel powerful and in charge and also very happy.