Exit


It’s a wonderful day, here in Erie. Mid January, but the sun is shining. The temperature is in the mid fifties. Everything seems alive, as if it were summer.

For the occasion, however, I found this day much too nice. The paranoid ‘me’ even considered this as deliberate ploy of the Erie weather gods.

A fresh set of emotions introduced themselves to me today. As I handed over my computer, my I.D and my access cards to my H.R, I found myself completely lost and a little naked. I wasn’t feeling sad or happy. I wish I could say that I was feeling surreal but I fear that word has been abused too much. My H.R manager wished me luck and just like that, with two boxes of personal belonging I made my way to my car.

Opened her rear door, put stuff on the seat and then went and planked myself on the driver’s seat. As I exited the security gates, I truly realized that there was no turning back.

A year and half of Erie…A small white town that saw the worst of winters and the best of summers…

Perhaps, it was only fitting that instead of driving back home, I steered her and I towards the backroad that took us to Findley Lake near the city. Through the Pennsylvania woods and woody smells. A road that not only twists whimsically but also has its moody dips…

All a good story really needs is a good beginning and a wonderful end. The middle matters the least when the story is over.

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