Today was a day filled with challenges and reflections.
The drive into Portland was tedious, and finding the social security office proved to be difficult. It was hidden away on the second floor above the Post Office, with no clear markings.
Parking was another struggle. Once parked (and wondering how I was ever going to find my car again) I wandered around for 45 minutes, following Google Maps, which doesn’t work well when walking.
Despite these obstacles, I managed to get in and out of the social security office in twenty minutes. The exit out of Portland was crowded, with bumper-to-bumper traffic until I reached Freeport.
During this time, I found myself writing my resignation letter in my head.
I am retiring on September 1st, and the thought made me profoundly sad, almost to the point of tears.
This really is a good job, and I am very good at it.
When I got home, I skyped my boss the date and sent an email to our manager and director. I don’t want to give up this job, but I feel like there are other things I still need to do in this life that don’t revolve around a 40-hour work week.
The melancholy may linger, but it is tempered by the promise of tomorrow. In the short term I have a trip to the Smithsonian planned for October, and a couple of weeks in Key West (I can stay in the current iteration of the BOQ for 70 bucks a night) in January. Maybe some shorter road trips thrown in for good measure.
I’ll sleep hard tonight.
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