It’s my last day.
I honestly can’t believe it’s my last day at work.
I feel sad, but I also feel complete unreality. I came, as usual, I’ll wander down to the bento shop and eat lunch as usual. I’m drinking tea and checking my email as usual. But when I leave it will be for the last time.
It’s sad to think about.
I gave a thank-you letter and a small gift to all the teachers I’ve worked with. It’s not enough to express my real thanks to them, but I tried my best.
One of my favorite co-workers talked to me. We both had tears in our eyes. I’m going to miss teaching with her so much.
So often we say “Oh, let’s meet again” or “I’ll call you / write to you”, and then, we don’t do it. Sometimes we say those things, and I think both of us know that it won’t happen.
I know it’s best to live in the present, and not be hung up on the past. I think, as long as you are not reliving the past, you should still acknowledge it. People aren’t meant to be swept away and forgotten.
I know I’ll see these teachers again. Possibly even the students. It’s only a question of when.
