D-Day

There we are.
Last look around the place before leaving.
I'm leaving the gulag today, after my last day of work. It's a strange feeling to leave a place where you've been spending all of your time for months, with the knowledge that the daily routine is coming to a close. Not saying I'll never come back but...
The experience has been a good one, in spite of its harshness: psychological retreat, met nice people, discovered things about work and the products. So, I'm not casting a spiteful or scornful eye on the whole experience even though I'm glad it is now over.
Having to face the future now is unsettling, though. It's looking up - brilliant conditions to hit London next month - but still the fear and tediousness of living like a student at my age. I'm feeling the need to 'settle down' somewhere, somehow - and hopefully with someone, even if this someone is not interested or hasn't come forward yet.
Am I doing the right thing?
Off I go...