Rachel at Progressively Unnecessary wrote a post yesterday about leaving her school at the semester and how sad she is about it. It's for a good reason - her husband got a new job in a new state and they can't afford to live in two different places - but she's heartbroken about leaving her kids. Which I get. I would be too. (Heck, I will be. What's that? I'm dwelling? Yeah, little bit. I'm working on it.)When I read her post, though, my first thought was, "Oh no! I don't want you to go!"
Think about that for a second.
She's a blogger. Who lives across the country from me. Whom I've never met in person. Whom I've never even talked to - we've just read and commented on each other's writings.
And I still felt like I was losing a friend.
But that's the fabulous thing about blogging - I'm not. Because I assume that wherever Rachel goes, she'll still be blogging. Different kids, different curriculum, lots of changes - but still writing about it. And I can still read it.
Ain't blogging grand?
(Image credit to firepile)
2 comments:
Thanks for the shout-out :)
And I've been meaning to comment on the scheduling horrors that you face soon. I do not understand the admin's way of thinking and I just hate the whole situation for you. The waiting is often the hardest part for me; if I were you, the anxiety would be tearing me up! Hang in there!
Rachel - my pleasure! And thanks - I'm still super unhappy but I'm trying to just focus on what I need to do to make it work. :/
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