Today, in preparation for my move to Montreal, I cleaned out my office at school and returned the key. This was not an insignificant milestone for me; so much transpired in that office over the last four years and now I really feel a loss.
That office with my old wooden desk and intact bookshelves was my haven of solitude and productivity. I grew from a very intimidated new PhD student into a less intimidated academic on the verge of doctorhood.
It felt very strange pulling newspaper clippings, posters, business cards, and other sundry things off the wall, taking books and knick-knacks off the shelves, and closing the door for one last time.
I am really going to miss it and all the things associated with it.