Going back

Today, I visited my good old colleagues at my former workplace. For the past 3 months since I left, I didn't go there. Except for a couple of clandestine visits to see my cat, which drew rants from them, I didn't make any trips. Without going there, I made it through Christmas, New Year, a Christening, and a couple of birthdays, all of which were celebrated with tons of food and the usual booze.

The first thing I saw as I entered the gates was my cat, looking a bit leaner after being hospitalized. She still recognized me despite my long absence. When I entered, they, one by one, greeted me and told me they know why I was there. I wasn't surprised and I'm glad they all know. It's because someone I badly despise is not around and this only happens once in a blue moon. It's not that I don't want to visit, I just don't feel like seeing "those who should not be named." This time around, I didn't just visit my cat, I stayed for a while, shared some food, talked about things and helped the people I used to work with do things I personally long for. I miss my old job. I miss my old colleagues (not all though). It was nice to see you again!