These three days sum up the end of life as I knew it. Goodbye to the gorgeous glass building, the friendly coffee boys (uncles almost), the guard who’d seen me when I joined as a single girl, started dating and became a mom. The colleagues and seniors who had spent their youth in the organization and would probably work there till they retired.
Goodbye to Goodgaon, it’s people and its potholes, both a little rough around the edges but so full of character.
Adieu to friends. This part I hate. I have an incredible set of friends in this city who have been solid pillars through thick, thin and hangovers. I can’t ready myself for life without their daily banter and that’s going to drive me nuts some days i know!
I’m going to miss this known, comfortable life I’ve had so far.
It’s like sitting on a chair and warming it up real nice and then walking away and sitting on an icy cold one.
Wonder how long this one is going to take till it feels this cosy.
As I prepared to hand over my laptop and backup my data. I came across some of the most wonderful memories hidden in folders and archived in shared drives.
The digital conference I’d organized last year. I was full term pregnant and literally running across halls receiving guest speakers and managing the event. It was a superb success. The after party had many people raising their glasses to laud my great efforts. I raised my own glass of lemonade in return.
Then the other time when our organization turned a 100 years old. We’d put together a fantastic show. It was just two of us – my boss and me and we did an agency pitch, got a campaign in place, lots of internal alignment and a brilliant event that had people talking about it as a case study for years (within the organization)
When I was sent to switzerland last year for a 8 month assignment at the global headquarters. T’was magnifique and how!
That drunk party when some of our senior management was doing cartwheels in that pub…
…Ok that’s about it for memories for now!
We had a farewell drinks session with a few friends and my boss and suddenly the spotlight was on me to spew the worst gossip about this company. And then stupid stories were told about each other. With every passing drink, we needed to use fewer words and more eye/hand movements to get the message across.
It was a happy hour.
Now all packed and ready to board my flight tomorrow for Bombay.
Life as I know it will be quite different.
It’s my home and my husband is there and I’m looking forward, but hiding my nervous sweaty feet.
Baby and house and daycare and husband and maids and startup and freelancing.
I hope I’ve not dug my grave too deep.
Good thing is work opportunities are coming along and I start my first project from Monday which is going to be writing for a travel startup.
I need to figure out how much money to ask for this work.
Any content guys reading this who can give tips?