Just a couple of jobless goof-offs

Fond memories with work friends.

Three years ago life as my family knew it was turned upside-down: I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  Four surgeries and 11 months later, I got a clean bill of health.  A few days after that, my husband retired from his job with the FAA and began planning how and when we'd fulfill our dream of gallivanting around the world together.

We have been waiting patiently for certain events to fall in place, and now they finally have:

• Child = happily settled in college   
• House = sold
• Car = sold

Now a final step: this Thursday was my last day of work.  Ever.  (Or, at least until I'm through playing Vasco da Gama and perhaps get bored - though at this moment I don't foresee that happening!)

Who wouldn't look forward to chucking their alarm clock and relinquishing the burdens of holding a 9-to-5 in exchange for new vistas under new horizons?  Not gonna lie, I certainly did!

But, like dark chocolate, I taste all kinds of bittersweet...I really loved my work, and genuinely enjoyed my daily interactions with everyone at the office. I'm glad for the whirlwind of farewell luncheons and hugs and shared excitement for my future meandering endeavors.

So as I finish the last minute details before leaving town, I will remain grateful for the friends I've made, and for those who choose to stay in touch with me after I've left this town.

Now, since we don't have jobs to get to, its on to final packing!

Farewell card from my awesome team