Goodbye

I have a final dinner with my RA's tonight. I don't know how to say goodbye. I have a stack of note cards on my cluttered coffee table, waiting to be written on, waiting to be filled with words of wisdom and advice and thanks. They sit there, as they have for the entire week, staring at me. No one is making me write them. I decided to write them. I wanted to leave each RA something. But I am having trouble. I don't know how to say goodbye.

Yesterday, a friend and counselor told me to just simply say that. To tell them that I don't know how to say goodbye and let them help me do it. He also said that maybe I should say thank you, let it hang there in the air, and let that be enough. This hardly seems enough. I am a woman of words. Oftentimes, I use too many words to tell stories, answer questions, explain things - just ask my husband. I do this because I often worry about being clear and being understood.

Is thank you enough? Is there another way, a better way to communicate my feelings about them, about what this semester has meant to me? I don't know.

The note cards are mocking me now. It's time to shut them up.

Next post, I'll talk to you about saying goodbye to my family. That should be a doosie.