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I've slowly began to remove the 6 or 7 additional email accounts that I had to manage as a part of my past position as I transition into my new role. You wouldn't believe the amount of releif there is not to see them when I open Outlook each morning now.

Here I am, once more at my new office late at night. I haven't officially began here yet, but the giddy feeling of anticipation keeps bringing me back here to work on various items. I'm sitting where Kerii used to reign from. But bit by bit I've begun to bring in little items and arrange my desk area in an attempt to recreate myself in this new environment.

I've joined an elite group of people serving here at the World Centre that are considered oldies. There's no gray hair, no old and worn gut flopping over the belt buckle, movements are just as sharp and quick, metabolism is still good - but there is a dual sense of being wizened and the spacious feeling that comes when one is constantly awestruck by the immensity of something.

And so starts another two years.