Oh, I remember the day well. Confusion and befuddlement ruled the day. People knew I had acerage on an island...and they knew I spent a lot of time there, kayaking...and doing whatever other "things" I liked doing there (most didn't seem too interested in knowing). They just didn't know that these "things" were EVERYTHING to me, and my job, well paying as it was, was probably the LEAST MEANINGFUL force in my life. Months after I had left I learned there was a rumour going around that I left because I was ill...as documented elsewhere on this site, I lost a ton of weight after I left my job and this only fuelled the rumours. Of course, this weight came off because I was doing a ton of cardio and I stopped my beer/fast food habit...but I really made no effort to quell these rumours about me.
I just didn't care about that chapter of my life anymore.
I will admit that I sense more CURIOUSITY from former co-workers now when I run into them on occasion.