Letting go is a hard, long process. On February 29, 2012 when I came in the door from my last day on the job, I hung my work bag on the back of the kitchen chair. On March 1, I took my lunch out of it, my water bottles and my notebook, but left the bag hanging there with the rest of its contents inside (Tums, lotion, hand sanitizer, and the like).
Today, 7 weeks later I finally emptied it all (I found myself reminiscing over candy wrappers, wtf???) and I finally put the bag away.
I felt a sting in the pit of my stomach...
