and so… one job shrinks, as the other one grows.
The stress of the old fades, as I detach rather more successfully.
The room, as I remove my things and “tidy up” starts to look less like an art room and more like a classroom. No longer mine.
As the children find out I’m leaving, I’m getting slightly damp hugs in corridors, and on the playground.
The new job will expand over the coming weeks: there will be different children (and adults) to have fun with. I can’t wait!
Meanwhile, I’m still a woman waiting… two more afternoons to do. Friday, 3:30, or thereabouts, I will walk out of the school I have known for 25 years.
Feels very weird.
