071112 - PTO Day 3

At night I dream that I am at an airport. I go up and down many flights of stairs and run into a number of dead ends, looking for Terminal 'B'. I see big bold signs everywhere telling me where to go, yet I am lost. I wake up before finding the terminal.

In the morning, my landlord comes by with a potential tenant, an older woman, probably in her fifties. She wears heavy make up, and she speaks loudly. She counts the number of closets and complains that the space is very small, then starts to babble on about accumulation of stuff (or junk) over the years. I immediately find her not to my liking. The thought of her occupying the space I still call home is somewhat unsettling. But why should it matter who occupies this apartment, when it was never mine to begin with?

Late afternoon, I receive an email from the people down in Irvine. To my amazement, they are making an offer even bigger than the asking salary which I already adjusted up at their suggestion. I think about the reason why I sent my resume there in the first place, so far away from all things familiar. It is the same reason why I now must go. And it is also the same reason why I would have stayed here if things panned out differently, if only to delay the inevitable. All signs lead to Terminal 'B' and I still got lost....
Soon all traces of my existence will be erased from my current life. My apartment will be occupied by someone who will never know the laughters and cries I experienced within these walls, and others will take over my workload like grass filling in the void patches of the earth. Where I am right now, I will no longer be. I should not care, I know, and simply walk ahead. But something in me wants to shout out the words of the ghost of old Danish king, "Adieu, adieu, remember me."