Migration

The last box spilled its contents into my new cubicle today. People have been asking me how I've felt about moving. In some ways I haven't been entirely honest because I know my absence is bemoaned. I say, "I think it's a good career move." and leave it at that.

To some extent, I haven't really stated my opinion of the move because nothing is certain. I don't really feel as if something has happened until it manifests itself upon my reality and rubs my nose in it (see above note about box contents). So, now that it's actually happened, now that my first and only workplace destination on Monday will be my new cubicle, I can finally release my full opinion, at least into the cybervoid.

My most selfish internal emotion is excitement. I am excited! I like change. I like the totally bare nature of my cubicle. I like that I don't feel as if I've moved into something someone else left behind (as with my last move). The drawers are empty. I've arranged the furniture. I even have some notions for how I'd like to decorate. I'm going to be using a dual-monitor system, a first for me, though I've helped my boss with his setup and he's been singing its praises for some time.

I'm excited about being around some new people, some people who can push me and challenge me and maybe even compensate me if I perform well. I'm excited about being away from some negative energies that clung to my prior locale. I'm excited about the excuse to explore some wardrobe and accessory updates. My new location has a higher standard of dress than my previous one. I'm even considering a haircut.

On the flip side, I do have reservations. I have some social connections in my prior locale that will sorely be missed, one that may even be reading this. But, that is my only selfish reservation. The majority of my reservations are driven by guilt, and the reality that I will not be as available to some of my coworkers as I have been in the past. People relied upon me DAILY at my prior location. I scarcely made my goal today of moving to my new place because of the long list of requests. I will visit my previous location two mornings a week-ish, but I will not be nearly as accessible as I used to be.

So, there. There are my feelings about my migration.

For another post: A newish coworker mentioned the other day that I'm hard to read.