This is still my stuff.

On Friday, I left POKE, a very tough call after more than three and half amazing years. I’ve spent time this weekend realising quite how much of my emotional and mental energy had been invested in the place and its inhabitants, and how great a proportion of my life it had come to encompass. For me that can only have happened by dint of what is not only an unusually creative and genuinely inspiring environment and culture, but also by virtue of the remarkably warm and vibrant group of people without whom that environment wouldn’t, and couldn’t, exist.

As with any investment, there have been downs as well as ups, but the overall trend has been a marked increase in the capital of my life experience. Change is always good; I’m excited and enthusiastic about the future; and while past performance is no guarantee of what that future holds, I know that the experiences I’ve gained, the lessons I’ve learned, and the important friends I’ve made in my time at POKE Towers will help me to embrace it with open arms.

Thanks, POKE, and thanks, Pokers.