As I pulled out of the school parking lot, I had a moment. My big 12 passenger van was silent! Deathly silent. I looked back and realized that I was alone!
This is going to be what 8:46 a.m. feels like next year (at least 3 days of the week). It seems weird and a bit unnerving. My heart raced a bit. As much as I am ready for this next phase, I am not. I am not sure WHAT I will do with out my side kick, Josh, hanging on my body.
And the silence… I am not sure about that. I am not a person that likes to be alone for long periods of time. Maybe I will learn to like. I am not sure.
Thank goodness there is still 230 days, give or take, to get used to the change.