I find myself saying goodbye to many things. In the midst of all of this, I realize I’m going through a series of lasts. I’m preparing my room at school for the next teacher to come in. This is the room that I’ve had for the last 6 years I know where everything is. I know were all the cracks are. I know what works well in that room for teaching.
Today I know where everything is. That’s going to change.
Today I ran into one of my colleagues and realized how much they had helped me grow as a teacher over the last 10 years – I may not find that again. I have students coming to me and telling me they’re going to miss me. And I wonder what the students will be like at my new school. Will I fit into the new community, will they student adapt to my teaching style, will there be the same sort of place for me?
I recently read that to go new places you have to actually open new doors. That’s exactly what we’re doing. But to open a new one you need to close the old one. And right now, I feel like my family and I are standing in the hallway, one foot in one door and one foot in the other.