I lived with roommates for most of my twenties. On the day we were moving out of our apartment to go our individual adult ways, when I used the phrase, 'It's the end of the world as we know it', I think it annoyed my old roommates. I've always found most people don't like to have their world shift while they are looking at it in the face. They'd sooner pretend the transformation wasn't happening. I guess it's easier that way, to not see the end of an era, to look ahead, not around you in the moment and not back. To not see that your life is passing by. I have never been one of those people. For me pain and sadness is no easier to ignore than passion and beauty.
As I type this my good friends and colleagues with whom I have worked for several years are setting up a lunch for me in the boardroom down the hall. I am supposed to pretend I don't know this. And I savour these last two minutes and I put them down here because I am at the threshold of not being here anymore. Once the goodbyes have started, it is already over. It isn't the same-old anymore. There will be no more bored, everyday moments here with them. They will be here but I will be gone.
I am thankful to have had all of this.
Now I must go say some goodbyes and try not to be too sad that this is the end of the world as I know it.