I had a brief cry on the way home in the car. I felt quite proud of myself for sticking through work - the amount of times I wanted to quit and never come back, you wouldn't believe. But I persevered and I'm pleased I did. Now I'm ready for this whole new chapter in life and I can't wait. I handed a card to Jane, a good friend at work, and she was nearly in tears. And I left a card for everyone downstairs. Someone had scribbled all over my party invitations which was stuck on the wall in the upstairs staff room (there are two) and wrote that it was cancelled! So I ripped it off the wall and replaced it with a piece of paper which said that the party was still on and to take no notice of the little bastard who wrote on it. Hmph! Anyway I took a couple of pics of me at work in my uniform just to mark the occasion of leaving.
So I got home and taxed my car (booo!) and decided I'd buy my Dad an iPad to keep in touch whilst I'm in Dooby. Had a nap, woke up to this:
He's such a cutie pie! Speaking of cutie pies, my Marine boy has been talking to me today. I decided that I'll email him as often as possible and we can FaceTime and he can call me from the ship. We've done this for nine or ten months once before, what's another six. We're also meeting up in Dubai in a couple of months for a catch-up (no naughty business before you think that!) He's asked for a photo of me when I get my EK uniform so he can put it on his wall. I'm taking his official military photo with me to Dubai, I'll put it on my desk.
"No one will hurt you as long as I'm around".
xx