Bittersweet

I love fresh flowers. If I were rich, my indulgence would be fresh cut flowers in every room all the time. But since I'm not rich, I enjoy them when I have them and I wish for time to pass slowly because they wilt way too fast. It's bittersweet. I savor the beauty and fragrance, all the while knowing they won't last forever.

I spent the day cleaning out my email, backing up my files, and going through my filing cabinet at work. Tomorrow is my last day. I'm excited about my new job, but I'm so sad about leaving BCPS. It's bittersweet.

I've made great friends in the four years I've been there, and I'm having a hard time letting go. It sure is hard for me to say goodbye.