A tough one

Couldn't stick around and bid farewell to many at the end of the day.  Felt too much pressure behind the eyeballs.  This was worse than the first time I left RCMS back in 2013, when I went into retirement...

Saying "good bye" has often been difficult for me, which is odd, because I did it so often growing up.  Never stayed in one neighborhood or in the same house more than about a year from birth through high school.

Two gifts a family can give a child: roots and wings.

I never had either.

Being affiliated with any community for 9 years is a definite record for me and driving away from RCMS about an hour ago was very hard.

Who can be sure what the morrow will bring?  Might be I will never enter RCMS again nor see any of its people again except on Facebook. In many ways, they've been like the family I never had. Sure we have our differences and our disagreements, but who doesn't? Wouldn't be human otherwise.

Tomorrow or, at latest, Sunday, I depart for Florida to set things up for next school year.  Who can honestly know what lies ahead for me?  Sybil tells me she respects my courage in making such a change. I guess it does take a certain amount of that.

There comes a time and occasionally, situations, that require changes. I remain convinced this is one of them. My gut is telling me this is right.  Hope my gut is right.