I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that when I leave on Friday, that will be the last time I work in this building. The movers come while I’m on vacation, so I will return to work at the new building.

I’m not ready.
I’m sad.
I’m definitely going to cry.
None of these statements accurately capture how I feel about it, though.

Seven years.
It’s just so much.

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