Last day on Voyager...

Okay, maybe not.

But today is my last day at "my first, ever, real working experience" so I think it's worth the jitters.

I'm not quite feeling the effects of it yet. Maybe I'll start feeling all melancholy once I start packing my things and clearing my workstation. There's a lot of stuff to put away. I still have to move my files so that I can burn them, check my office CDs and books. Maybe it'll hit me when I turn off my PC for the last time.

I'll still be coming back here to see Laarni and Sally, but it won't be the same anymore. I won't work here, and I'll have to bum around the reception area as a visitor. That'll probably feel weird, the first time.

Though I am anxious to just sit at home and write. Everything. The stories in my head have been floating around for so long that it's confusing. I need to write them down, otherwise i'll end up losing them.