Endings and beginnings

It was a nice sunny day as I walked from the car park towards the main building, glancing across at the sports department.

Up the steps and through the revolving doors for my last day at work.

Up the stairs.

The door of the workroom, with my name on it, among those of my colleagues. Later in the day, I made a new notice, without my name, for the first day back in August.

Some of the stuff on the filing cabinets is mine, mid-clear. Most of it isn't.

Here's my desk, almost ready for me to leave it. My colleague is going to have it next semester because it's beside the window.

She's in Zambia at the moment, on the Book Bus. Do check out her blog - http://deborah-buscatcher.blogspot.com/

Then my colleagues and I came home and had lunch here.

And now I'm retired. Gosh.