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Mostly this time of year is hard to deal with, not finishing finals, or thinking about summer plans. That part it exciting, the stuff I have been waiting for since the first day of classes. What is so hard, especially right now, is leaving.
This is my last night living in the halls with my residents. I have lived with 5 very different groups of people and met hundreds of faces that are always good for a smile. Everytime you leave the community that you live in you take with you memories and love, but you forget about keeping up with the relationships. I have D2 forever because no matter where you go you see them and it is as a day has not past. At the end of year number two I left my 40 residents that I used as guinea pigs to become the person I am today. That staff is unforgettable and wanted the residents to match. Last summer I lived with 10 people that I will always love, they were hard to leave, but easy to find. Then I was given what I'm leaving behind tomorrow. After living with 900 people you would think I would know how to say good-bye.
I have known nothing but four, bare, brick walls. Each room changes, but in all reality they are the same. Piles of treasures pile up on each other until its time.
Tomorrow is my time. Time to pack up all my treasures, memories, and past and leave for good. I have to leave my staff, residents, and everything I have ever known since my parents homes and start brand new.
No new faces in August, no new room in August, no new surprises in August. Why is it so hard to deal with. It is because I truely love this place. There is no one step I can take in the whole eitire complex that I don't have at least one memory. I love this job. There is burnout and times when you feel used, but a job that is not done right is not worth doing.
In the next 24 hours there will be so much excitement in my life, but it doesn't even phase me. The tears are too many. Never before has it been this bad. I suspect it will not get much better.
One meal in the DC and it will be all over.
This is my last night living in the halls with my residents. I have lived with 5 very different groups of people and met hundreds of faces that are always good for a smile. Everytime you leave the community that you live in you take with you memories and love, but you forget about keeping up with the relationships. I have D2 forever because no matter where you go you see them and it is as a day has not past. At the end of year number two I left my 40 residents that I used as guinea pigs to become the person I am today. That staff is unforgettable and wanted the residents to match. Last summer I lived with 10 people that I will always love, they were hard to leave, but easy to find. Then I was given what I'm leaving behind tomorrow. After living with 900 people you would think I would know how to say good-bye.
I have known nothing but four, bare, brick walls. Each room changes, but in all reality they are the same. Piles of treasures pile up on each other until its time.
Tomorrow is my time. Time to pack up all my treasures, memories, and past and leave for good. I have to leave my staff, residents, and everything I have ever known since my parents homes and start brand new.
No new faces in August, no new room in August, no new surprises in August. Why is it so hard to deal with. It is because I truely love this place. There is no one step I can take in the whole eitire complex that I don't have at least one memory. I love this job. There is burnout and times when you feel used, but a job that is not done right is not worth doing.
In the next 24 hours there will be so much excitement in my life, but it doesn't even phase me. The tears are too many. Never before has it been this bad. I suspect it will not get much better.
One meal in the DC and it will be all over.