As of 5pm yesterday, November 29, 2019, I’m officially off work until June 2020. I wrapped up my work nicely, I think. I thanked my manager for approving my leave. I surrendered my work cell phone and security pass, gave my plants to a colleague with a green thumb, and tucked the belongings from my desk into a single cardboard box.
It feels great. I can’t believe this day has finally come. It felt a million years away until about 3 weeks ago, when it hit me that I was about to go away for a long, long time. It became apparent that I needed to advance my files to a respectable place so my colleagues would be well positioned to pick up where I left off.
My colleagues had a lot of questions about my leave in the last week. I feel like I might have overshared, especially on the cat stuff, but they asked really specific questions at our unit meeting I was put on the spot to answer. Questions about how I was going to fly with my animals, take them through airport security, and then keep them safe from alligators in Florida (an actual concern).
At this point none of it matters. This time next week I’ll be at the airport with my parents and three cats, boarding our flight, successfully fleeing winter!