I've been in an odd sort of limbo here lately. Once we knew that moving was our next step, I was ready to just go. I don't like the middle part. The packing sucks, the goodbyes hurt my heart; I just wanted to go. Just fast forward through the next few weeks.
Of course that doesn't happen and you have to deal with the packing and the goodbyes are every bit as hard as you thought they would be. And somehow, when it comes time to go, even though I thought I was ready, it hurts. And I'm not ready. And I wonder, how on Earth did it get here so fast?
How am I spending the last night in my home? Although truth be told, it's 11:30 pm and we're still loading the truck so sleep may not happen. How did I take my kid to her favorite park for the last time today? To which she cried "bye bye park" as we left and I freaking lost it. How did I make my last run (well non race run) with Stacy today? Which turned into a walk with a lot of chatter. How am I dropping my kid off at the school she loves for the last time tomorrow?
Okay. I have to stop. I'm bawling and I have to go pack.
It's our last night in the town we've grown to love and it hurts big time. But Mr. P once told me that he didn't think I had it in me to enjoy living anywhere but in Savannah and I've clearly proved him wrong there. So if I could fall in love with the sleepy little town of Anderson, then maybe I can fall in love with the next place...
We shall see.
I'm shutting down the computer and packing the rest of everything we own in a box to hit the road tomorrow. This chapter is done. It's been an amazing one and one I'll still wax poetic about for years, but it's done.
The next one begins tomorrow. Gulp.
to be continued...