So Long, Farwell

I just wrote my own goodbye e-mail from my Y. I figured no one would do it for me, so I should write a lil something up to say goodbye. It's at times like this, when I'm not at the Y that I can't believe I'm leaving. Then I remember how crazy, hectic, and unorganized swim lessons were last night and I think how great it is that I am moving forward and will finally have a "real job." :0) But I know I will miss my young lifeguards and the patrons I've known since I was 17!