2018 has just begun, and I'm already feeling a bit depressed about it. This year is almost surely my final full year as the little one's nanny. I expect to be leaving by early 2019; it depends on how long after I get my associate's I can get a job and find a new place to live. If it were up to me, I'd stay for another 3 years.

I don't know what the job situation will be like, and I'm worried about not seeing the little one much once I'm gone. I'd like to be able to get a job close by, a place to live close by, and be on a schedule which would allow me to pick the little one up after school. Having all the stars align for that to happen is pretty unlikely, however.
So looking ahead, being the pessimist I am, I am seeing myself living too far to comfortably see the little one except on rare occasions. I need to put Skype on her Android tablet, so at least we will be able to see each other through that somewhat frequently. I'm also going to have to try to hide from her how bad I'm going to feel about leaving her.
It's bad enough she has to grow up. I might be lucky to avoid her going through puberty, but after almost 9 years of helping to raise her (more than 9 by the time I leave), I am not looking forward to that ending.