I Don't Believe in Good-Byes

Today is a challenging day for me.

It is the last I will be working in the Union.

I started the Block Party of my Freshman year, before the school year even began. I was terrified and knew no one; and was promptly thrown into a gigantic grey shirt with the logo printed on it following my boss around and basically doing whatever was asked of me. I did not talk, I barely made eye contact, and I was overwhelmed with the information poured into my brain.

During that first week we had training and it was very apparent that I was the only new member to the team. Throughout the next semester, three more freshman would come on board - three wonderful women that helped me have a successful life here at TWU. We bonded relatively quickly, mainly through horror stories of our mistakes at work and horror movies (still very unclear of how the latter happened), and remained very close as our peers slowly graduated and left.

We became the veterans - those old enough to pass on the knowledge of our mistakes to the newbies every semester but also comfortable enough to joke with our bosses. Truly and honestly, we were the product of two wonderful offices that taught us all about scheduling, setups, bus schedules, and life.

I wouldn't be who I am without the people that have came and left this office. I surely wouldn't be able to take the next step in my journey without the encouragement and lessons from my superiors.

This is my family. This is my home.

I don't believe in good-byes - they are too final. Good-byes declare endings, and my time with these people isn't over.

This is just a see ya later. A very long, extended see ya later.

I love all of y'all - from the depths of my heart. Thank you for allowing me to make mistakes; thank you for teaching me how to love; thank you for helping me become a better human being.

See y'all soon,

Kaity