Is the word "Sadder" or "More Sad"?

John found this question mildly amusing. Ok, he is still on the floor laughing at me. He said I shouldn't be blogging right now as my "wordsmithing needs some tinkering." Oh, I guess the last sentence of my previous post went into the equation, according to him.

Anyhoo, I wanted to title this post "More Sad than I Thought." Or possibly, "A Sadder Goodbye than I Expected." Thus, my dilema.

Friday was the last day I will ever be in my office at 24 Prospect Ave. I finished packing up as the movers were working one floor below me to clear out all our stuff and move it over to our new STIC building at 135 E. Frederick St. Today (Monday) my floor gets moved, so John and G and I are working from home (see me work...) The movers will finish up this week and we expect to be moving into our new offices by next Monday.

I was sadder (more sad? I still don't know, cause I never got a straight answer) than I thought I would be on Friday. I was actually near tears. I am a pretty sentamental person, I guess. It's just that the old building will be torn down in a few weeks to make way for a new Broome County Intermodal Transportation Hub...whatever the hell that is. It is actually a fancy bus station. And our old building, that is, granted, falling apart, full of poisonous chemicals and lead paint, and diesal fumes and dust...our old building that encompasses Broome County's past-that started life as a cigar factory, spent some time as a NYSEG lab (thus the chemicals) and then housed Southern Tier Independence Center for 13 years...our old building will be gone very shortly. And I kinda liked that old building. For one thing, I liked my 3 huge windows...even though they overlooked the Greyhound Bus Station. I really liked my office mate, Marci, who many of you have heard so much about over the years. I liked the feeling of family that the people who shared the 2nd floor with me created. In the new building, I will have a private office...no windows, it will be small, and no Marci. She is moving to a new position in a month. She'll still be at STIC, so I will see her daily, but it won't be the same. And our little 2nd floor community will be dispursed throughout the entire new building. Oh, change! Sigh...

Some moving pics.


My half of the office, all packed up.


Guess who? Peaking over the boxes.


My office companions.


One last memory.