when my clock strikes three

.a goodbye letter to my ATS family.

 

And so it is official – today is my last day at work.

I’ve always known this day would come; as I’ve always imagined myself to be somewhere far from here.

I never intended to stay longer than this.

I’ve mustered indifference, and planned smartly enough to bid adieu when my imaginary clock strikes three years.

 

Who am I kidding? It’s not even that long yet.

 

But it sure does feel longer. Yep, waaaaaay longer.

 

And you know what’s odd? I wish it was.

 

Why? Then it wouldn’t be this hard to say goodbye.

 

Apparently, no amount of indifference or any degree of intelligence can stop one from falling in love… and I’ve fallen, alright – as deep as only a passionate ATS employee can.

 

See, they say it’s easier to let go when you’ve exhausted the years and jammed all the memories you can keep…  

 

And I want that. Now. Here. With YOU.

 

But not even the most stubborn brat can get everything that she wants.

 

With a heavy heart, I quit stalling my exit from this company… and from this portal as EIC.

 

And so it is official – today is my first day at work when going home means the start of another chapter in my life.

 

… and I can only hope to see you again when my clock strikes three.