It Feels Really Strange

My time in retail is rapidly drawing to a close, and I thought I would be ecstatic over escaping a job I have despised with every fiber of my being for the past 6 or 7 years. I am finding this not to be true, and it feels really strange. Maybe it's apprehension about the upcoming move, maybe it's the fact that I will no longer be a very large fish in a very tiny pond, but rather a minnow in the ocean. Maybe it's some bizarre twist on post-partum depression; Post-matriculation stress disorder. Whatever it is, it's uncomfortable. Perhaps I'm just in a funk, I don't know. I will be glad when it's over.

By the way, as you can see, there were very few comments about my Embalming post, and no email questions at all.