As I mentioned in my previous post I finished work at the school. I was in tears as I walked out to the car park, and had a huge cry and meltdown later at home. We had our last sunday in church last week. I was a bit teary to start with, then one of the guys handed me a card as a thank you for the work I did in the office earlier in the year and I totally lost it. Sat down and cried throughout the whole service!
We had a picnic lunch today with the ladies from the Connect group that I led for a few months earlier this year. They gave me a candle holder and a card with the most lovely comments on it! And of course I cried…
We gave the chookies away today, to some friends here. Yeah, I cried a little. I know they’ll be looked after, but I really didn’t want to see them go.
We’ve been truly welcomed here, and I really love the people at my church and the school. Why does it have to be so heartbreaking so often? It’s times like this that I wish I was an introvert and didn’t make friends. Life would be so much easier at times like these if I were an antisocial hermit.