It was September 2016. I walked into my supervisor’s office confidently knowing what was going to happen. I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to show my appreciation with the job I had, and the people I had the pleasure of working along side.
I had the two-week notice paper in my hand and as soon as I put it in front of her I lost it. What’s happening? Water was pouring out of my eyes like the Niagara falls. I managed to muffle out some words like leaving, sad, happy, and appreciate. She just smiled and handed me the tissue.
I walked out of that office embarrassed and trying to comprehend what just happened. I can’t believe I just handed in my two-week notice and I don’t have another job lined up.
I went to school my whole life so I could be doing this, but now I’m going to quit to jump into the great unknown?
The hardest part was still to come. My last day came and I had to say goodbye to some very good people and friends I got to meet during my time working. My emotions were a combination of extreme happiness and sadness.
It still hasn’t hit me that I quit my job to travel, but maybe once I get on that plane, things will change.
Trang
