In the last 24 hours, I have had friends stop by my house, call on the phone (a rarity here), make time for a chat, and send emails with the specific purpose of saying, “Good bye.”
I’m not leaving for good. I’ll be back in a week.
But I can’t tell you how well-sent-off I feel as I leave, sitting here in the airport with my emotional backpack full of good wishes, assurances of prayers, and hugs. (There were also many offers of help, an amazingly capable and fun guest teacher to take my place, and more. The efforts to send me off, though, really struck me.)
I’m terrible at saying good bye. I don’t like leaving a party with a farewell; slipping out silently is much easier.
At this moment, though, I think a new goal is in order. When I leave for a week or less or more, I’ll invest in the moments it takes to close the moment well. Thanks to my awesome community for showing me how.