Yesterday was the last day at my long standing “freelance” job. My office closed up shop and all my co-workers went their separate ways. I suppose I’ve never really done endings very well. It was a day of good-byes and farewells. I didn’t know how I was going to feel on the last day (we all knew it was coming for 3 months). For the most part, yesterday, I just felt sort of awkward and strange. It’s a weird thing, that I won’t be seeing those familiar faces everyday after seeing them for the last two and a half years. You tend to get into people’s heads. I was more attached than I realized. I woke up this morning teary eyed and very sad. I would have to work from home on my freelance design and perhaps paint some more. Something I’ve always wanted to do but now doesn’t seem nearly as appealing knowing I can’t just pop in an say hello to my friends if I’m lonely.
This painting was for my boss who has a love affair with a racetrack in Connecticut. I wish him and everyone good things for the future. Endings are sad but they are usually followed by new beginnings.