Haha I’m actually quite sad now that my time at Ballard is over. Almost pathetically so. Today my last day there flew by in a eyeblink with the packing, the wrap-up, the goodbyes. 6pm rolled around, my cardboard box was still only half full, and the building had already begun to feel foreign. A passing trick.
People ask if I’m excited, presumably because I appear to be the total opposite. I really am, but I probably won’t be visibly hopping till the plane is taxiing down the runway.
In any case, here’s a parting shot: Grumbles, my soon-to-be-departed, parked next to an Al Gore future.
What a perfect photo to round out your BPS experience.
I had to answer the same terrorism question as you when I applied to enter the UK …