I think I underestimated how 'down' I would feel about leaving somewhere I've been over a decade. Clearing a ton of stuff from the office probably doesn't help the process - lots of stuff in boxes for going home or bags for the skip. Some of the former category should probably in the latter. Fears that some of the latter should be in the former. Remarkable how much accumulates in the space of a decade.

Now with shelves looking empty and the realization I now have less than a week to go, it's all beginning to seem a bit real.

But saddest of all are the last drinks with friends, last five-a-side games with other staff, last lunches, and the like. Some colleagues going on leave I've already said farewell to. It's not like I'll be a million miles away and I've no doubt I will get up here to visit on occasions, but it won't be the same.