It's finally here. The end. It's been looming for what seems like forever, and yet I never really thought it would come.
The quickest of quick recaps:
I finished my work at SS Peter and Paul. Worked my tail off for two-thirds of a year, and grew strangely attached to my classroom, kiddos and colleagues. Not like me at all, I know. I learned at least as much as my kiddos did, or at least I hope they did, and now it's time to turn the page and start anew.
Cleaning, packing, and general chaos running amuck in my house and inside of me right now. I feel strange in this gap between the end of something and the start of something new. It's always hard to not really know where I'll be in the near future, or what I'll be doing. But I'm staying optimistic. Keeping my eyes on the prize.
Patrick and I head off to Holland tomorrow with plans for whole days of nothing but sunshine and blue sky and lounging in the fields with the cows (the latter be more my dream than his, actually). I am hoping the weather is good, and that we can enjoy to the fullest these next two weeks off. I plan to dedicate more of my time to reading and writing, and absolutely none of my time worrying or wondering about the kids I've left behind. Wish me luck on that last one.
Anyway, Cheers! To the end of an era, and a new beginning someplace different. Here's to hoping the next chapter is as good as the last one.
