how quickly two hours can pass catching up with a cherished colleague over giant glasses of frothy hot drinks in the late afternoon.
It's also stunning, come to think of it, how quickly one can do a turnabout on a place. It's not a huge secret that this time last year I was going through some bad shit here--some very bad shit--and came very close to leaving because of one pretty heinous act by one colleague and a small handful of enablers. But having closed off all that and having owned a decision to stay for countless positive reasons, I can't imagine being anywhere else.
And that's not just the sabbatical talking, I swear.
