I'll miss the shade of the outside break area. I won't miss all the noise.
Even though there is still stuff outside, the wind was whistling through out. It was very ghost like.
My shelves are mostly packed. Tomorrow they are trucked over to the new location & then I get to unpack.
Still need to pack up my desk & soon I say good bye to my cave. I have loved my cave & so grateful that I had it as long as I did. I know my new enclosure will be just as fabulous. I can hardly wait.
So much I won't miss:
The dirt, the ducking under doors, fighting with the sliding dock door, the paint smells, the trucks, the super duper steep stairs, people grabbing stuff off the shelf, people taking just a part of an item leaving the rest unsalable. I don't need to go on.
I really can't say what I will miss. Everything is going to be improved. I am totally good. I've been given 1/2 day Friday for pouting. No need. All is good. No pouting required.
I never was one to look back.