You don't know where and you don't know when. This is my final half-hour at the Bank, and I'm a little sad to go, a little nervous about the future, but also really happy that I won't have to spend my days bored out of my mind (that's the dream, anyway). I give you an Ode to the Bank haiku:

Bank so fine and clean
No more envelopes to stuff
Thank the Lord I'm out

I wish I could look back on this whole finding-a-job process and think, "Gee, that was easy," but it wasn't. It was hard, painful, and full of extended periods of crushing self-doubt. But what's interesting to me is that there is not some amazing, sunrise-like moment of brilliancy accompanying this transition. Tomorrow I will rise early, dress, and take the train to my new job. I am hoping that it will be fantastic, but it might not be. I am open to the possibility of magic.