So - this week I left. Finally - after what feels like the longest build-up - I left IBM. It feels good; strange but good. I will always feel a little odd, especially given that my husband worked there for 21 years and I for 15. An awfully long time in these modern, no-longer-a-job-for-life times. I was so touched by the way my colleagues marked my departure and whilst as each hour passes I think: this is a good thing, I was still surprised by how much it moved me. Embrace the change is my mantra.
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I often have to remind myself that this corner of England that I inhabit is someone else's perfect destination and the place that someone, somewhere longs for. The cloudy days and the fields and cities that make up England. And I am sure that if I left this place - the beautiful country walks, the pubs, the beach huts, the endless cups of tea...I would get the same, if not stronger, longings to return.
The same applies, I have noticed, to shopping decisions. Haunted by those clothes of the past - perfect Hawaiian print Bermuda shorts when I was nine, that Fame-inspired sweatshirt when I was eleven, those patent penny loafers when I was fifteen. I have decided I am always trying to recapture that same feeling now, years later! Or even when choosing things vicariously for Boo, I have to stop myself picking up similar clothes that I had when I was her age. Taking the best from the past, but it's just the way I am.
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