This is my last full week of work and, man, things are getting real. Next week, the movers will be coming to the house to pack up our stuff and ship it off to Georgia. And the following week I’ll be watching my baby walk across the stage to get her high school diploma. Where did the time go?
I started emptying out my office on Thursday night. I don’t know why but I found it a little emotional. I removed a few of the plants that have sat on the shelf for the past 3 years and put them around the library. I considered removing my diplomas but left them on the wall, thinking I’ll take them with me on my final day. I took down and put back up my memory board at least 3 times. That place has been my life for the past 3 years — there’ve been times I’ve been in that building for almost 12 hours at a clip, evenings when I’ve driven up to make sure staff was able to safely exit the building, times when I’ve listened to students cry because they were so overwhelmed with life… My job here has been challenging, rewarding, frustrating, easy.
The Hubs and The Boy spent Friday morning into the afternoon moving our daughter and her friend into their first apartment. It was bittersweet watching furniture that had once occupied rooms in our house taking up space in her new place. My very first sofa {now recovered} is her very first sofa. I fed her on that sofa. I rocked my other babies to sleep on that sofa and now it’s gone. I know it will be well loved for another 22 years.
This weekend will be spent emptying junk drawers, tossing out years’ worth of junk, and making sure that everyone who’s staying in Missouri is settled before we head off into our new lives in Georgia. This is scary, y’all. And exciting.
Ready to Travel,
