They say the 4 most stressful life changes are starting a new job, moving house, getting married and having a baby. This year, I attempted to accomplish the first 2. At about the same time.
Moving house and moving to a new job are similar. Both involve the purchase of cardboard boxes and a lot of paper work. Both decisions will earn you unsolicited advice from family and friends, and mixed reactions, usually preempted by some version of “So, what made you decide to do it?” And despite the fact that both decisions may be right, good, and even necessary, you still feel trepidation taking the first step. This was true both for my move to my new condo and my move to my new job.
But what if your office has become your home? Not in the workaholic sense of spending so much of your time there, but in the sense that it is filled with memories and cherished people. In the sense that the office has provided comfort and has become a place that you call your own. Where do you get advice for that?
It was hard to decide to leave my office, my home, because of who I would leave behind. Laida and Majah and I have been known as a trio for the last 5 years. I wish I could I pack and take with me memories, the gazillion girl talks we’ve had, the many out of the country trips, the after-work rants at Powerplant , the unwavering and unflinching defense of each other against our common enemies (haha) and the warm, fuzzy, safe feeling I get just knowing that they are a few steps from my room or a pop-up message away.
I take comfort in the fact that I’m leaving when our friendship is stronger than ever. It’ll be hard to get used to not seeing them everyday, but I’m looking forward to getting together with them for dinner. Maybe we can still go on trips together; just us, no bosses.
Some people say home is a feeling, not a location. The office became my home because of the friendship I shared with my 2 partners-in-crime. This gives me hope that the next time I see Laida and Majah, it will be like I never left.
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