There is so much to say.
Yet, still no words.
My brain is a tangled mess of words and emotions.
So many changes: New role. New school. New teachers. New students.
Saying goodbye to my school family after 15 years.
Friday was our last day of school.
Squeezing students goodbye because I just couldn't say the words ...
As tears fell, heartbroken.
I waited and waited and waited before starting to pack.
A room full of books and treasures, because once I started ...
Then I knew it was all too real. Too final.
Yet, I understand my purpose for moving on.
It wasn't my decision, but I understand there is a bigger plan.
I must forget all the reasons why it won't work--
And believe the one reason why it will: The kids.
There are new kids who need me, my help. my love.
Or, perhaps it's me. Maybe I'm the one that needs these new kids.
I'm in the midst of packing box after box after box.
Every little thing packed has a story.
A memory that I'm bringing with me.
Huh, I guess I found a few words.
There is still more to say ...
But this is where I begin.
(Thanks, Terje, for nudging me to slice.)