by hillarymay

This is my last day of working at Baptist Press, and so, for irony sake, I included this little entry that is wonderful to reflect on.

What a rush. I hardly slept last night as I tossed and turned, thinking about the moment I’d walk up the steps to my new office. The moment, unfortunately, came too quickly and with a coffee in hand, I shakily pressed the door bell. The next few hours passed by in a whirl wind. By noon, I had managed to configure the wireless internet on my lap top as well as meet with my editor, who of which gave me my first story of the persecution of Christians in China.

Since then, I have done lots and lots of research. Terry would love that I’ve already begun a research folder. The afternoon was exceptionally quiet. Working alone on the first floor will be a blessing and a curse.

I wasn’t sure if I would live past this day and sure enough, I have. I have the next 11 weeks to look forward to.

Well, I DID survive – a whole 12 weeks worth. It has been such a learning experience, and I walk away with improvements under my belt. Unfortunately, I am the only one in the office currently, answering the phones and pretending like I run the place. Apparently Barbra did not know that a Hillary worked in the office since January …  And I FINALLY get to play music aloud – if only Noah was around to appreciate it.

A sad but joyful parting. It’s a lovely day indeed.