Leaving

Last day at the Immigrant Council of Ireland. I am sad.

I love this job. Probably in a way some people never experience about their occupations. People who work at NGOs are a unique breed. Nusha, probably the one I'm closest to here, will be missed. Her Bulgarian accent is my favorite. I could go on about the different things I like about her, but that's not really the point. Just getting to work with the people I have, is amazing. Most of them are immigrants themselves, and the stories would amaze you.

Getting the opportunity to help people on a daily basis... Getting to speak out to influence change... Getting to be a voice for those who don't have one... I'm privileged, honored. And incredibly humbled.

Nusha and I discussed this whole leaving business. "You will be back. I have this feeling." You have to picture this almost Russian inflection and pronunciation. "Not like Arnold Schwarchenegger, but you'll be back." Oh Nusha. Oh me. Oh dear.

Maybe I will be back. Who knows.

For now, 11 days to leave a bold exclamation point on my time here. Now. Just now.