Today is the day: my final day in the office. It’s only 11am but I have already packed my remaining personal possessions into a little pile to take home and have organised for my alter-ego to be ensconced happily at my desk (though I have moved his so I can write this post and do a little work this afternoon). It is such a surreal feeling. I have been reading nomads’ books and blogs for a long time but never actually imagined that I’d be joining them. Actually, had someone told me on 1 February that I would be a nomad by the end of May I would have laughed in their faces.
I will miss my colleagues. They are a great bunch of people. We will keep in touch by telephone, email and Skype as I am continuing to work part-time for the same company I work for now. But I will miss the way people smile when someone brings in cake to share, “share lunches” where our company buys us pizzas or fried chicken or fish & chips, whipping up crepes with Nutella for everyone at morning tea, and the Monday morning conversations about our weekends. After today I will quickly become “the guy who used to sit in that office”. This is a normal part of life – I’ve left offices many times before. But there’s always been another office to go to … not this time.
I keep pinching myself because I really can’t believe this is actually happening – I am going on an adventure and it starts tomorrow!