Going back naked

My heart was beating fast as I stepped my way through the overpass. Wearing only big t-shirt, short pants, and tribu slippers, I was on my way to my previous working place. I resigned three months ago as Operations staff in a review center not because I didn't like my job nor my colleagues. Salary was not an issue. My superiors were also the best I had. The only reason I can think of at the moment why I left my job for one and a half years was that I felt the job was not for me. Although I really enjoyed it, still at the end of the day, I was asking myself why there was still lacking. Could it be because it was not a writing job? I was not sure.

It was a strange feeling as I returned to the place to get my certificate of employment without wearing my office uniform. But when I saw my colleagues especially the people in our Operations department, cliche' it may seem but the memories I had with them came through me like an erosion. They were as exuberant as I was when we saw each other. They treated me just like before, with or without wearing my office uniform I felt and still feel that I belong not just in the company but as well as in their lives.