I had my "exit interview" yesterday, at which I needed to turn in my hospital ID and show my adviser where everything (notebooks, data, frozen samples, etc.) was kept.
It was all very strange. I didn't find myself experiencing any nostalgia - not because I wouldn't miss it (though, truth be told, there are some parts that I just won't), but because I know I'm coming back.
Still, it's weird to look at my empty desk. How will I have changed by the time I sit there again?
(I found this image to be hilariously appropriate.)
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