When you hand your notice in at work almost 3 months in advance, the day you plan to leave seems so far off in the distance that its almost unreal. A date on a calendar that doesn't hold any special meaning or significance. But like all far off dates, it eventually comes around and it always seems to have arrived much faster than you had imagined. Kind of snuck up on you! And there it was, December 14th 2010, my last day at Lloyds Banking Group.
I now have the unenviable task of emptying my apartment and moving out by the 23rd December which leaves a few days bunking at my sister's house before heading to Buenos Aires on 28th December.
The idea of giving myself a couple of weeks between leaving work and setting off was to leave plenty time for all the tiresome jobs like moving. However, since leaving work I have been struck down and bed ridden for the last couple of days. I even had to cancel going on the works Xmas do in Edinburgh as I just don't feel up to it. Not the best of starts to my newly found freedom. And being infirm causes my stress levels to increase, knowing how much I still have to do before leaving the UK. Travel insurance for one. Oh, and not to mention the Xmas shopping that I still have to do.
So for now, I need to take a deep breath, have another lemsip and write a list of all the outstanding jobs I have left.