There hasn’t been silence all day. Words thrown around. Children excited, worried, and elevated. Teachers rushing. Announcements made. Questions, questions, and more questions. But now…
I am sitting at my desk. Everyone in my wing is gone. To brave the grocery store. To pick kids up. To exhale after a taxing day.
It feels surreal. I don’t know when I will be back. I don’t know what is to come. This is hard. I’m exhausted, but am reflecting on what the past 24 hours have included… and what unknown is ahead.
Speculation that we won’t be back until April or even May. Concerns over food at the store. People planning vacations because ‘why not’. I truly an not sure what to feel.
I’m happy that my bag is full of books that I want to read.
I’m sad that I will not be in this building for an undetermined amount of time.
I’m happy that I will have time to organize my closet that is in dire need.
I’m worried that people I know and love will become sick.
I’m thrilled that I will have time to write each day.
I’m scared for my parents and hope their strong enough.
I’m excited about the idea of daily exercise without scheduling issues.
I’m fearful of the unknown.
And so I will pack up my happiness, worry, sadness, and all other emotions along with my many books and head home.