this morning #1808.
this morning, none of us were ready to admit that this was it. hadn’t fully hit us that this is our last monday on the job. lots of lasts these past few days. some that we aren’t even aware of yet. by this time next week, this’ll all be a thing of the past. we’ll be back home. back to living our lives. you know that feeling you get when one chapter of life is about to end but it seems like it only just started? despite vast evidence to the contrary, part of me woke up this morning believing that i’d been dreaming. i’d head to breakfast & when i arrived, there’d be no chill in the air. no sense of being cut off at the knees. we’d gush over the day’s research. nope. instead, as we ate, we accepted our defeat, knowing that the truth will set in soon.