That’s it. The end of a period of my life. Just a pub lunch and some stilted conversation to mark it – and even that gave it more gravitas than it deserved.

Today was my last day at my old job and, unlike the previous job – where I had some pangs of regret, sadness, and loss – with this one I just wanted it done. It’s not been terrible, but it’s not been great either (and the last 18-24 months in particular have been very trying).

But it’s done now.

I have about 10-12 days off now, though I will be spending that time preparing for my father’s funeral, clearing my home office out – so I can start the new job with a properly clear head, and probably a small list of “honey-do” projects too.

I feel… Better. And that’s a good thing.