I had my first you're-leaving-us-debriefing meeting with three women I work with yesterday. Sitting there with them I was struck for what seems like the millionth time by how lucky I am to have landed in this particular job in this particular office. Of all the situations I could've found myself in coming back to the US, this has been ideal.
My boss, in asking about things I needed to finish by next Thursday, "I'm not calling it your last day because I haven't yet let that one sink in," made me feel good, welcome. Still one of the team after I've resigned, left them quite "set aside" (to borrow my landlord's terminology), and after only a little more than a year. I wouldn't blame them if they were furious.
But they're not. Each one of my colleagues is gracious, happy for me, a little sad to see me go. Such a different experience than when I left Sudan. I'm leaving this place having learned so very much, with many new friends, and many happy memories.
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