On Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye is one of those things that goes along with moving, but it seems to be a bit different every time. All week I've been saying goodbye to coworkers and patrons and friends. So far most of these have been very cheerful, people wishing me luck and so on, and saying goodbye to some of the little kids who come in has been downright adorable - particularly the little girl who decided that Minnesota is under the floor of the library and I'll just pop up out of a trap door to give her stickers next week. As I reach the end of the week, though, things are changing.

One of my coworkers is a real dear, but she positively loathes change. She's been annoyed with me for the past month, ever since she found out I was leaving. It doesn't help that I'm one of four student workers here, and all of us are leaving. Actually, I'm the last to go, so in some ways I think that makes it worse for her. Almost makes me feel guilty about leaving.

The worst will be at closing tomorrow, though. I've only had to say goodbye to a few coworkers through the week, but tomorrow I'll be saying goodbye to everybody, and I most likely won't see them again. I've said goodbyes like that before, but it's somehow a bit different this time around - this has been my first real job in a lot of ways, and I love this library - and the people in it. Saying goodbye to all of them is going to be difficult.

Still, I suppose I should be grateful that this wonderful thing called the Internet makes it so easy to keep in touch!