A panic attack!

With just 8 days left at work, I'm starting to get palpitations. There's so much to be done, I'm starting to panic. There are papers to sort, personal files to take home, a HOTO report to be done (Handing over, Taking over), instructions to be given, forms to be filled, keys to be handed over, PC files to be copied/deleted, change of address to be informed, emails to be sent, thank-you and goodbye letters/notes to be sent....I can feel the stress building up already, and it's not even 9.30!!

It's funny how even after a decade at this place, I have no emotions except happy ones about leaving. There is no sadness, no sense of loss and there will be no tears. I am not emotionally attached to this place, even though I have spent so many years here. It'll be good to leave, finally, after all these years of threatening to! And I'm sure, that even if Mr.R were not on the scene, I would have still opted to take the VRS and quit. As simple as that. Mr.R just happened to bring me this good luck, so I firmly believe. Things have just fallen into place for me ever since he's come into my life. Only good things have happened this year, proving my great mother wrong that Leap Years are unlucky : I'm getting offers to write professionally, I can leave work and as a bonus, Mr.R is willing to take the risk of marrying me! :)

A phase of my life is over. It's yet to sink in. I've had eight months to think about it, but it's still not hit me. Leaving home is going to be tough and I know I'm going to have many sleepless nights worrying about my mother's health and wellbeing. Leaving parents behind is very tough, especially when they are alone.

Enough now. See what you made me do (talking to myself here). Now, I'm going to get all emotional. Better distract myself with tackling some of the things on the long list above!

8 days left. Eeeks!