I don't do well with goodbyes, last times, etc. It's the last week here. We're starting to run into those. Last day of work today. Turned in my keys, my badge, my laptop. Saw lots of people for the last time, other than visits. For the first time in nine years, I am not an employee of Fairfax County Public Schools. For the first time in ten years, I am not a teacher. For the first time in my life, my world does not revolve around a school calendar with bells to tell me when I can use the bathroom or eat my lunch (all-too-quickly). I think I'm having an identity crisis.
I am a child of God. I am Ryan's wife. I am Ryleigh and Ashtyn's mommy. I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a sister-in-law, a friend. I need to focus on the important things and the things that I am.
Tomorrow will most likely be the last outing for Samantha and me and the girls. Hopefully I'll remember the camera and hopefulyl the girls will cooperate for some photos this time. Friday will be our last small group meeting. This Sunday will be our last regular Sunday at FCC.
I hate goodbyes. I know I'll be back to visit, but it's not the same. I have friends here. I don't know anyone in East Greenville. I'll have family nearby, but it's not the same. Hopefully the girls and I can find something to do, ways to meet people. Have I mentioned how much I'm dreading church shopping?
I hope and pray (and expect) that someday, in the not-too-distant future I'll be telling you about all the blessings in our life. Right now, tonight, I'd rather sit here not liking last times and first times. Tomorrow is a new day.
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