beginning of ends

Today was my official last day at my much-beloved volunteer job of 7 years. This is probably the least permanent, yet probably hardest, good-bye I'll have to do. I love that place, and I've put so much work and love into what I've done there. I've never worked so hard at something that felt so natural and rewarding. I plan to come back for at least a day during the next training, but I doubt I'll be able to put in the same amount of time I have over the last several years. That is a really difficult change to accept.

This is a week of lasts. Every day at work is my last this-day-of-the-week, and working somewhere that is volunteer-staffed and has a different staff every four hours, this will equal a lot of good-byes. It's going to be emotionally exhausting, I know.

I am about to go to bed at 9:30 p.m. to get myself ready for this difficult and crazy week. Oh yeah, and I'm gonna be in Central America at this time next week. Am I ready yet? Nooooooo. But am I going anyway? Oh, yes I am.