June 16, 2017 was my last day of work at a beautiful place. I'm thinking about it less frequently. This past week I discovered that not only are 2/3 of my t-shirts black, which is terrible in hot and sunny weather, but 2/3 of my t-shirts are from my old company, and I don't want to wear them right now, it's too fresh.
However, the bitterness of a bittersweet departure has gradually faded, probably thanks to such ridiculous things as Facebook and texts, where my coworkers are still showing their presence in my life. The convenience of social media, even if I'm checking it less than I would at work, cannot be overlooked.
Life still feels like a long vacation at the moment, and I'm guessing another week or two will get me to summer vacation boredom, although I'm hesitant to assume I understand that feeling any longer. It has been at least 16 years since my last summer off, after all.
I've been unable to stop myself from writing a bit, so I'm optimistic about intrinsic motivation preventing my Netflix couch potato-dom. We shall see!