Today was my 2nd last day of work. Today I exchanged goodbyes with the senior architect—someone who’ve I’ve worked very closely with for the last 10 months.
Everyday for the last week I’ve felt like I’ve deconstructing the life I’ve built in Kingston these last 6 years. Each evening I feel like a few more bricks of my life have been removed and nothing is being built to replace it. It is unbelievably saddening.
I’ve already said goodbye to many of my friends, now many of my coworkers, soon my entire life will disappear and all that will remain is a van full of furniture and my ambitions for the future.
There is no real point to this post. I just felt that it is important to note how difficult it is to tear down the life you’ve built in order to start something totally new. I know many other students have it worse—some are moving around the world, to a country where no one speaks their native language—but I imagine that the experience of departing is similar.
Saturday will be the last day that I call Kingston ‘home.’