I sat for a while and let them linger, savouring the delicious uncertainty.
It was a simple e-mail, and my boss was expecting it. I'd been working towards being able to send it with single-minded determination for so long, yet now that the moment had arrived it was terrifying. Sending it would be a step beyond the point of no return.
Sending it meant I was starting a 4 week notice period.
Sending it meant it was 4 weeks until I would officially become an unemployed climbing bum.
I hit send.
A few moments later, my boss looked over his shoulder and gave me a smile and a thumbs up... it was done.
The doubt gave way and a wave of euphoria washed through me. I was free. I felt giddy.
At some point I got an e-mail from HR outlining the exit procedures, and a few congratulations came in, but most of the afternoon was a blur.
After a decade in the city of London, I've called time. Time to try a new life at the opposite end of the spectrum - from my small part in greasing the path for large amounts of money to flow around the beating heart of the capitalist machine, to no fixed job and no fixed abode - an itinerant climber.
I've no doubt there will be moments over the next few weeks when I'll wonder if I've done the right thing, but when those moments come, I'll just have to remind myself of this simple truth:
See you all in the next life!
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