Packing

I've now spent the last three days or so at work mostly working on packing. Packing Michael's office, packing Michael's desk, packing videotapes, packing my office... We're moving on Wednesday to a different building. Jeremy asked if it was sad to be packing up. My office, no, not in the slightest. Not even a twinge of angst. But packing Michael's office was rough. I have a lot of memories of stuff happening there, from working with Daniel for a few months, to 9/11, to and through Julie C. and Kevin, to the end of my previous relationship, a lot of laughter and tears in those 100 square feet. Michael's office in particular. Long talks with closed doors, late nights, days when I was there by myself and lonely, Daniel's last day when Michael was out for whatever reason all day, and we watched a movie instead of working! I will miss that office. It holds a lot of my working life. All of it. Now mostly in boxes, but soaked into the walls and the ceiling and the carpet. And, although I am excited to be moving to an office of my own (sort of), it marks how things can never be the same again.