Leaving a job is always a strange thing - you spend a lot of time with people, and develop all these relationships, but of course it's also your job, as opposed to the things you do when people aren't paying you to do them. This was the longest I had ever worked at one place, and it felt sad to say goodbye. Fortunately I'm also distracted by the things we have to do before we move abroad, which is fast approaching.
It's also strange to think that I'll be coming back - usually when I move, I'm leaving for good. This time it's only for a year.