Thursday, June 22, 2017
The good-byes were so kind.
I posted my departure on Facebook earlier.
There has been so much positive energy coming my way.
This is part of why I am sad to leave.
I have worked with the most amazing group of people.
The administrative assistants were pretty much the only ones around by then.
There were a few summer school teachers around.
And the custodial staff was working on the floors.
I got the most loving comments from them.
Many are surprised I'm really leaving.
After 11 years, I kind of understand, but I've never claimed to be a lifer.
Everyone wished me well.
Several pitched in to help me move:
I was allowed to keep my keys for two extra weeks.
Two people brought trucks.
One brought her father and a truck.
My check out form was signed when it was (FINALLY) ready.
Overall it was best last day I could have hoped for.
I didn't even cry once.
Partly because I already moved everything out of the room I've had for 9 years.
Partly because it doesn't quite feel real yet.
Partly because I am excited about what comes next.
It definitely helps to know the people I will miss, might miss me.
It helps my colleagues and friends believe in me.
It helps that I will still live just 20 minutes away.
Though often sad, good-byes can be a good thing.
And this isn't a forever good-bye.
My friends will stay my friends even if I don't see them every day.
That too is a good thing.