My flourescently hollow workspace stares back at me...empty, cold and bare. Personal effects are all but gone, and the calendar on the wall pulses with three simple words handwritten on November 20: "Kelli's Last Day."
Last. Day. Last day to jump in my Golf, 10 minutes late. Last day to park crooked across two spaces. Last day to plod up the cement stairs to Suite 300 and shake my mouse until the computer wakes. Last day as a gainfully employed US resident.
December 1, I move to Dublin, to Liam and to life.
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