Biting me in the Butt

The finality of the move is getting to me in little ways.

I went out this morning for a walk to add to my steps and bought my BFF and maid of honor, Denise, a jalapeno bagel.It was probably the last time that I’d do that. When I was in college I had worked at Independence Hall for the National Park Service.The building I work in now, The Curtis Center, is across the street from it.When I was out getting Denise’s bagel I took a picture of Independence Hall. How many times in my life have I done that? Won’t be doing that too much any more.Actually I am glad I did that back in the day, because I can’t really tolerate crowds these days.

A few other things have gotten me: my first “retirement” card, my first person who was leaving work for vacation and coming back after I’d be gone…the change is starting.That’s what they say, right? Change is for the better?

All I know is that I have gotten to the point where the reality of it is biting me in the butt.

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thereisnosanityclause

57 year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

2 thoughts on “Biting me in the Butt”

  1. You’ll be fine. You will be surprised how quickly you will be saying to yourself. “How did I ever find time to work”. Being permently at “undisclosed location” will make you say it even sooner.

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