It was a very busy day. But at some point, I found time to clear out my desk. There're lots of things which don't belong to me. But plenty more precious assets that I'm taking away. In the evening, I hauled a heavy suitcase home, filled with some personal knick knacks and paintings I had accumulated over the years. Despite not wanting the cubicle to overflow with personalization, there's still some sort of 'decor' that has been unknowingly done.
The bags and suitcase were both bulky and heavy, straining the arms just a little. Lots of people offered help with them. But I gently declined. It's a burden I must bear alone, literally and metaphorically. The physical load is of no consequence. My heart is heavier. It's filled with a tangible weight that's causing me to toss and turn in the nights. I'm a little sad this week, for all that I'm leaving behind; filled with some measure of regret at what I've chosen to give up, and alot of dread at what's to come.