The end of an era . . .

Well, this is it. Tomorrow is my last day at work. I am retiring. Yes, you heard me, retiring. I've been working since I was 11; full time since I was 15. I put myself through college with babysitting and a part-time job. I worked summers to buy my first car. I've been working for 40 years with only a 2-week break between jobs (when I was 22). "What will I be doing?", you ask. Hmmmm....it's more of a question of "what won't I be doing." I won't be getting up, in the morning, before I am ready. I won't be wondering when I'll have time to weave, knit, spin, garden, visit museums, etc. Also, I won't be putting off things as much as I am prone to doing now. In the last month, things have been tumultuous. We've been house-hunting, starting to pack to move, making changes and making plans. I don't expect any of it to stop any time soon. We are moving in late October. We are going to a new place with a slower pace. For now, suffice it to say that I will be doing what I want to do - to further our dreams and I won't be getting up to go to work 'for the man' every morning. That's enough for me right now.