Saying goodbye in the summertime

Today was my executive director's last day. And in a month, Tina will move out.

In the fifteen years since I graduated college and moved to SF, my job has been the one constant. And with that, my executive director, Henrietta, has been the same boss (and later, boss's boss) I've had all that time.

After I got through the first interview when I applied for the receptionist position, I then interviewed with her. HR had just moved to the office that was this dinky old medical building, and pretty sad. But her office was the sole corner office with a hint of a view and a pale shade of pink painting coating the walls. Tall, blonde, thin, and dressed to the nines, Henrietta has remained virtually ageless in the decade and a half I've worked with her, while I've gone from a rail-thin twenty-two year old to a husky dad-bod bearing thirty-seven year old. She has always lead with love, an admirable leadership quality because as a subordinate, you want to do well and please someone who supports you and lets you flourish. And after twenty nine years, she certainly deserves this retirement.

They still seem to be deciding on her replacement. It will certainly be an interesting change. Just hard to believe Hen won't be there when I go into work tomorrow.

And when Tina moves out at the end of July, I will once again be on my own. I had only lived solo for a couple of months the last time Hannah moved out. I remember continually going into the other room like I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I lived alone. I can't deny that there's a part of me that's kind of excited about it. I wish that my financial situation was a bit more plush so I could start buying new furniture and turn it into the little bean bag den/cat playground I've envisioned, but it may have to be something I do piecemeal.

Interesting changes afoot. Should make for an interesting rest of 2015.