I felt a weight today as I cleaned out a classroom at church. The preschool who rents our building is growing and needing more space (good for them). They are adding this room at the end of July (not good for me).
Oh, I'm sure we'll survive and I can "simply" adjust classrooms, volunteers, pencil boxes, classroom bins, toys, supplies, routines and schedules. The church will benefit a bit monetarily and the preschool can expand, but it sure feels like a loss to me.
I took posters of scriptures down from the walls, cleared North Fresno Church kids' faces from bulletin boards, removed a kid-friendly world-map and peeled labels off the inside of cabinets.
I may "rent" this room again on a Sunday morning but the atmosphere will be one of of a preschool not a classroom dedicated to teaching children about Jesus.
I warned you I'm in a melancholy mood.
I'm sure I'll get over it soon enough, but today...
...I'm frustrated,
...I'm angry,
...I'm defeated,
...I'm sad.
Goodbye Room 203 with your south-facing windows, sink, and built-in cabinets. I will miss the sunshine pouring in on a Sunday morning and a sink to wash my hands with my own lavender soap. Simple, insignificant things indeed.
Goodbye.
