Tomorrow is my last day. I’ve already promised Ryan I’ll come back one day next week to help sort cows. It’s been too snowy to sort and move the 50 that are going to Bruce’s farm. Hopefully we’ll have some clear (read “snow-free”) days next week. I also plan to continue helping with the farmers’ market, at least until I get my long-term plans situated.
Obviously I won’t really know what I’ll miss most until I’m actually gone, but here is a list of things I think I will miss:
- The social acceptability of overalls. While I know I am free to continue wearing them, I’m certain to get some funny looks at the grocery store if I show up in my Carhartts.
- Stars. I generally miss civilization, especially having 3 grocery stores within 5 blocks of my apartment, but I love that I can see the stars so clearly. I never saw them when I lived in the city. It never got dark enough.
- The people. It is rare to work somewhere where you genuinely like all of your coworkers. Wyebrook is one of those places. This is made a tiny bit easier since Lauren’s last day was last week and she has generally been my partner in crime (chicken slaughter, garden night, farmers’ market, etc.), but I will miss the camaraderie we’ve all shared this past year.
- The animals in general. The pigs in particular.
I feel like I should have 5 things. Five is a nice interval number. But right now I can’t think of another. I have too much packing to think about. So four it is.