Childish, first day of school excitement? Maybe.
At the same time, I've had equal parts terror and anxiety gnawing at my insides. For good reason. I mean, the last time I was in school without a steady source of income was almost eight years ago. It's a little nerve-wracking.
But today, I felt the first twinges of another emotion...something I was not expecting quite yet. My co-worker friend came over earlier this afternoon, and we brewed a fresh pot of coffee, chatted and laughed, and typed away.
I felt the first pang when she packed up for the day and hugged me goodbye.
I felt the second pang when I was chatting with one of my Bigs (mentors) on my caseload tonight. It's funny how well I've gotten to know a few of my Bigs through monthly safety conversations about their mentoring relationships. I've only seen this Big at gatherings a time or two, yet every time I call her, we gab and laugh away like two grannies on the front porch. As the conversation was wrapping up, I broke the news to her about my upcoming transition to graduate school.
"WHAT? No! You can't leave!"
Sadness? Yep. It's two months away, and I'm already sad to be leaving.
