A part of me has felt missing since two weeks ago, when I turned my badge and keys in. I miss seeing the faces that were so happy to see me, as I was so happy to see them. The groups and therapy sessions that filled my afternoons feel now like distant memories, and I miss the individuals I visited with so frequently.
If it were up to me, I'd continue to volunteer. Being that I have classes five days a week, however, and sprawled out throughout the day, there just is no way it would have worked out. And due to the nature of how I turned my keys in, I wasn't able to say goodbye. I think that's what really hurts. I didn't get to tell the people I spent months building trust with that I had to go. I didn't know I wouldn't have that final chance...
Regardless, I have embarked on a life-changing experience that will remain with me wherever I go from here. I hope to one day sit down and create a lengthy description of the things I experienced towards the last half of my internship, but that day isn't today. For now, I have my memories and my hope for recovery for the many unique and beautiful people I encountered.
Whether I will return to volunteer at the same ward during the summer, I don't know yet. I would love to... things just haven't been the same since.
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