I opened the little white door to a mystic world of innocence. I walked in, careful not to tread on something carelessly littered by a toddler. This was the place that nurtured me like a sapling.
When I was there before, everything looked so big and massive and now it looked just the opposite, tiny and adorable. Carefully placed stationery in a mug, sheets of paper stacked neatly, folders labelled and placed alphabetically. This was where I started and now I leave it teary-eyed.
One last look on my way out and I knew it was my last day there.
Linking this to 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe prompt of ‘I knew it was my last day there’.