As the school year ended, I found it very bittersweet. It's always hard for me to say goodbye to a class, but this year it wasn't just my class, it was my Harvey family. It's been tough lately to not be bitter and angry, but I am trying hard to stay positive. I chose not to say goodbye to anyone really, it would have been way to hard. Four years ago, I had done the same thing, saying goodbye each year to my Pershing family. Being connected to my Harvey family has been so much different in so many ways. There is a possibility that I will be called back, but I am not holding my breath waiting on anything. There are very few jobs out there that I can apply for. Many of them are just way to far from us, and I will not commit to such a long commute.
On a better note, Grandma was released from the hospital and is home recovering. She's a trooper and thankfully was "fixable".
My mornings are now spent drinking coffee and watching the boys get into what ever shenanigans they can. Life is good.
