142 // Saying My Goodbyes

It’s the last day of the school year, for my kids anyway. I transport high school students and the schedule for final exams and graduations mean that I say my goodbyes two days sooner than most other routes. It means happy for summer. It means being anxious and hopeful about the new year, and it means tears for the kids moving on to adulthood.

I have two kids graduating this year, one I only just met this year and who never became very close to me and who stopped needing transportation weeks ago. I wished him the best of luck and moved on easily. The other I have known for two years now. We’ve grown close and his goodbye today hit me hard. I’ll miss him, and if I get a chance to do this route again next year it just won’t be the same.

Despite the endings and goodbyes, I’m having a hard time accepting that the year is over. I know it intellectually but emotionally I’m haven’t moved past two weeks ago. It looks like the end of the month is going to sneak up on me and find me failing at all of my goals again.

P.S. Despite it being one of my favorite books of all time I’ve been reluctant to start the Hulu series Catch-22. Tonight, having nothing else to watch and no motivation to do anything more fulfilling or productive, I gave it a shot. Three episodes in and I love it. It’s pared down sure, but much of the book’s humor and emotion has been retained. I recommend it!

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Lisa Marie Blair

Painfully aware. Profoundly afraid. Perpetually falling in and out of love with humanity. She/They.

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