Last day at work

I finished my last day at work today. I feel happy and sad. Happy that I don't have to harass the tourists to get their picture taken while at dinner. Sad that I'm saying good-bye to friends. The end of one chapter and the beginning of another. Of course it makes me think of that Robert Frost poem.... Okay... here it is. :)

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black,
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back,

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
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Seems very appropriate today!