The Gadabout is Off!

Travel
Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I'd rather take,
No matter where it's going.

And so after almost-three years, 8 or 9 projects, 20 or so dear friends, several late nights, and many hundreds of cups of coffee in the pantry, it is now time to balance the accounts and straighten the books. I’m leaving TIS with a full heart, some very precious numbers in my phone book, and some incredible learnings about the serial comma. :)
I guess it still hasn’t quite struck me how much I’m going to miss this place. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed it and am looking forward to moving on. But before I leave, there are goodbyes to be said. None are final, but they’ll all be heartfelt.
So for everyone at TIS, Goodbye & Thanks for all the Fish! (Can’t better Douglas Adams now, can I?)