Today was a big day. I officially told my school that I won't be back next year. I'm leaving New Jersey, the only place I've ever lived, and moving out West to Denver! And although I can't wait for a new start and new adventures, and lots of beautiful scenery, I can't help but reflect on the things I'm leaving behind to make this big move...
I'm going to miss my family--my parents, little brother, grandparents, and yes, my dogs. They've been a constant source of love and encouragement and support. I wouldn't be able to get through a single day without them.
I’m going to miss the town where I grew up—despite heart breaks and fights and scapes and falls and a general lack of things to do—yet the perfect place to grow up.
I’m going to miss my school—despite my gripes and frustrations and tears, there’s been lots of learning and laughter and friendship and kindness and love. It's the only place I've been a teacher and it feels strange to be starting over as a teacher in a new school.
I’m going to miss my classroom--the biggest classroom I've ever been in, the one where I've spent more time than any place else in the past two years; the place that's almost become a home away from home; the place where there has been a lot of giggles and smiles and bright colors and mistakes and success.
I’m going to miss my friend just down the hall—our fourth period coffees and rantings and friendship; and her wisdom and generosity and joy for teaching—my reminder that if there's even just one teacher as inspiring as her, I'll never leave this profession.
I’m going to miss that feeling of comfort and safety and companionship. I'm going to miss the people who have changed my life in so many ways.
But I'm craving mountains and big skies and adventures out West. Today, I'll feeling a combination of excitement and fear and a little bit of sadness all jumbled up in one.
However, I can't help but feel at ease and ready for the new things to come, though I'll never forget the people and places that I'm leaving behind.