Today has been my last day in my crazy job. I have been a scientific assistant in an historical research institute for three months after finishing my university degree. It was a bit like „The Devil wears Prada“, but without the glamour. ;-)
Today I quit, in order to do the things I really need and want to do. I am going to write a dissertation in philosophy. A lot of things are about to change.
I feel like I have been away from my life for three months, like I barly saw my dog, or my boyfriend, I didn’t cook or have friends around, I didn’t go out, I never had a feeling of free time. I worked long hours and often on the week-end, I was the first to cancel lunch in order to finish a project. It felt important. Maybe it wasn’t. Most importantly, it was not what I really wanted to do.
Today it is like being crushed back on planet earth, lacking orientation. I am hanging around this afternoon, not really knowing what to do (though there are a million things waiting to be done). These first steps of yet another new life to begin – they feel somewhat insecure.