Three weeks moves fast when your life is expanding in every direction simultaneously.
I hand in my notice on a Monday morning and my manager takes it better than I expected and worse than she pretended, telling me she was thrilled for me while her left eye did something involuntary that told a different story.
I spent my last two weeks completing handovers and briefing my replacement and saying goodbye to people I genuinely liked and a few I genuinely did not and trying not to feel the particular bittersweet weight of closing something that was good even if what comes next is better.
Rhys watches me process all of it without trying to rush me through any of it.
That is the thing about him that I keep discovering in new ways. He does not manage my emotions toward a more conven
