Yesterday was the goodbye lunch for the three year-long volunteers at Joseph's House. Amy, Anand, and I (or the "Bad News Bears" as we affectionately have called ourselves at times) sat in the midst of our staff members as we were honored with hopes, gifts, memories, and in true J. House fashion, incredible food. I always knew this time was coming. I always knew this experience was never mine to keep living forever. Yet as I rested in the love and pride surrounding me and my two friends (also known as the "little littles" apparently) I couldn't help but wonder, when did this end?
My friend Tyler, whose blog is on the list on the left, had an idea to write letters at the end of his service year to those who had impacted him. I would also like to do this. Perhaps it might be a sweet way to help me say goodbye. I am not leaving Washington, D.C., in August, but I am leaving an important chapter in my life and though this has been a year of goodbyes, this one is particularly difficult. How do you say goodbye to the best year of your life? This is a way.
