I'm storing away table settings that have long been covered since I started working here. Ones that will probably never be seen again because corona has changed our lives forever.

And I feel like I'm packing away my decorations after Christmas. This is a goodbye I don't know if I'll ever see (again).

People are coming in as I'm to leave. Taking job interview applications and talking to me. I can't help but see every face as a replacement. I'm going to miss this place, the people more than I thought I ever could.

The worst part is I'm the reason I'm leaving. It's my choice, but its not. College is calling me back. I guess my worse fear is that come winter time I won't be welcome back.