Sinking In

This morning I woke up at 3am, so tired but wide awake. My mind wasn't exactly racing, but it sure wouldn't settle down. I thought about how few nights I have left in my own bed, friends I've made here and now will be leaving behind, work I'm leaving undone. The whole prospect of the move still doesn't seem quite real yet. Although, as I rode the van to work this morning I realized that I will only pull through the gate one more time. This site has been my home-away-from-home for over three years now; more than half my whole working career. The office building here, as crappy as it is, is a known quantity and, therefore, better than anything else that is unknown. As much as I hate them, I will miss climbing the PT stairs. I will miss the dust storms and looking ridiculous with goggles on. I wonder if I will ever see rebar curtains as thick as those I've crawled through here, or rock pockets as large as I've inspected. Despite many of my friends having already left, the people are what I'll miss most (corny, I know). Perhaps my point of view is skewed because I've never worked anywhere else, but I've really enjoyed my time here. I feel like I made a difference, no matter how small. Although I wonder how long it'll be before my name is no longer on any calculation or drawing... Today might not be my official last day, but it feels like it's the day to say good bye.