Goodbyes are hard.
I’ve been saying lots of them lately. To the community that has loved me well for two decades. To a city where I finally actually know where I’m going. And to a career that’s far more than a job.
Leaving something you know for something you don’t is all the feelings.
But I can’t move on without moving on.
And I want what’s next.
Which means letting go of what’s been.
For me, that also means this blog.
I’ve loved writing and sharing and learning with all of you. It’s been humbling to have others care what I think about and ache over. And life-giving to know others are praying and rooting for our kiddos. And for us.
But I’ve ended poorly before. Long after I should have. And I don’t want to do that here.
So as I face less fostering and more forever, it’s time to stop writing Fostering Real.
Thank you isn’t enough. But it’s what I have.