Quitting DayCare

This is quite random, but I feel very random at the moment. It's now November 1. I'm going to be 22 on the 12th and that just scares me. But that's not what I wanted to post about. I'm quitting my daycare center on the 28th and it really sadden me to know that I may never cross paths with the people I worked with for over a year and most especially the children I've come to love and respect. I learned a lot as a teacher for these two-year-olds, and one of them is that no matter how many times I complain to people about how it sucks to be changing diapers all day long, the times spent with them was very well damn worth it.

There is a saying that there is always a reason for everything. I am still a firm believer regarding that cliche. When I came to Ohio a few years ago, I thought the place stinks. I had somewhat of a culture shock and I missed home (California) terribly. Now that we're moving back to California next month, it just suddenly struck me that I was here for a reason, and that I must appreciate the gift offered to me - to see the smiles of little children and know that somehow, I've made an impact on them, and vice versa. They may not remember me after a few years (or months) later, but I surely will not forget them because maybe they've made a bigger impact on me as a whole person. I love those children very much and it really pains me to know that I'm leaving them and won't see them grow up to be the best kids I've known them to be...

I'm thinking of composing a letter to the center just before I leave. I know I'm going to be an emotional wreck in the coming weeks.