After months of negotiations, stress and aggravation, I was officially made redundant yesterday. I was originally offered a new position, but I rejected it in the end because… because, ultimately, I wouldn’t have been happy staying here after everything that’s happened. I still have a three month’s notice period to work through, but by the end of the year I’ll be waving adios to this place. Now that the decision has been made and everything’s done and dusted, I feel relieved. Seven years here was enough, probably too long in one place come to think of it. I have moments when I feel scared, but overall, I am more excited about the future than anything. I can’t wait to move on. I hope there’s something good, something better, just around the corner. I really do.