Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. Me back in my old hood!
I had lunch today with my old boss, and? and it was truly so wonderful. A blast from the past, if you will. Seeing all the familiar faces I once saw each and every day for four years brought back so many good memories. My old boss said such nice things to me over a very delicious (and super healthy) lunch. It was lovely to catch up. Lovely to move past the boss/employee relationship. I thanked him so much for taking a chance on me, all those years ago (he took a chance on me when I was 22!).
I didn’t think too much about heading back to my old stomping ground, but when I arrived in the bottom of my old building, I had so many memories flood back to me. Everything was so familiar. Everything was just the same. And then suddenly, without warning, I had this overwhelming memory of walking those halls and dreaming of all the places I wanted to travel; New Zealand, Australia, Nepal (to name a few!).
And now here I was, nearly three years later, back in Toronto, back in my old building, back in my old office, back eyeing my old corner cubicle desk, but now having accomplished everything I set out to do.
It was weird, and awesome, and weird. And I know, this is soooo lame, but I felt so proud of myself for actually having fulfilled all those dreams. Proud that I did everything I had set out to do. Everything I had dreamed of from that cubicle desk, e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g., I had done. And damn, you guys, it felt good knowing I had crossed off so many big dreams.