I’m a hopeless nostalgic. Let’s just get that out of the way to start with. In grade school, I kept every last scrap of paper. Every assignment, quiz, test, everything. From Kindergarten through seventh grade, I had a Wegmans paper bag chock full of every memory for each year. We moved out of town the year I was in eighth grade and for some reason, I made the decision to store this stuff in my sister and brother in-law’s basement. That was a poor decision because my brother in-law is the polar opposite of me and he promptly threw all of my stuff out. I was ticked off when we moved back to town later in the year and my stuff was gone but I probably should have known better. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a nostalgic bone in his body and on top of that, he hates clutter.
I bring this up because, among the many changes in my life this year, my employer is moving out of our current location this week to a nicer place down the road. I’ve been in this office for eighteen years! That’s 936 weeks. 4680 days. 37,440 hours of my life that I’ve spent in this place. That’s more hours than I’ve spent in any other one place in my life. Number two son, who is in his freshman year in college, was three months old when I started this job.
Over the past week or two, I’ve been cleaning out my desk drawers and everything else in my office. I have art projects the kids made in grade school, old pictures, divorce papers, and the front page of the Buffalo News the day after the Sabres lost Game 6 to Carolina(damn staff infection!). I found a custom made, family calendar from 2008 with pictures of everyone. 2008 seems like yesterday but the kids were little. So was I, actually. I think it’s time to go on a diet! The lovely Missus is a good cook 🙂
It’s just funny to me how much of my life that I’ve spent in this space. This has been a year of change, with a graduation, an empty nest, the loss of a close friend, a new owner of my company, and probably a few other things that I can’t recall right now. Moving out of this space is one change that I won’t mind at all though.