The end of an era. This is how I often feel when confronted with a career change, and this time especially. Over Christmas, I not only went back to Sweden and had obseen amounts of food (and gained a few pounds) but also mulled over my life and decided to quit my job as manager and sales executive at a neurosurgical stem cell clinic. Reading that last sentence, I wonder if I am at all sane… but then I think back on the past year and I think about the coming year of the ox and I relax again, well aware that I have made the right choice. Anyway, on January 1st I wrote to my employer and, as politely as I could, informed her that I would be leaving at the end of the month. Since Chinese New Year is early this year, it means this week is my last. And so, with no regrets, I went in to the office today and had a little cheese cake on paper plates and got my celebratory bunch of flowers. Yay.