Made it to my HR work today. Lots of tying up of bits and pieces, handover arrangements and a few poignant conversations. It was difficult to stay focused.
It had that feeling of moving house. When you’ve taken down pictures, packed away books and various nick nacks and you realise how echoey everything sounds when you speak or move around, when you are in the shell. But i have no books and nick nacks to speak of at work so the shell, is in fact, me. The me who has almost completely let go and packed her HR life away.
Almost.
One more day.
One more day before work takes on a whole new meaning.
Writing and M.E. 