Six months had passed since my resignation from the job I had enjoyed for over two decades, or a request for early retirement that I always told others. So, I was not fired.
No dream to
fulfill and no desire for a later reemergence, I told my ex-colleagues, who politely
best-wished me more wonderful days to come. A few told me it was too soon, but
they respected my decision – those were the best farewell words for me.
I was the
last one to leave the office for the last time at 10:15 pm. I did not miss it badly,
but the feeling was strange and eerie, and the same 10 minutes’ walk in the
cold down the hill to the bus stop made me feel unreal.
