We just arrived back home, after a 10 hour drive. C.R. and I were not feeling very well for most of the day, so her husband did all the driving. What a champ! It feels great to be back, and with only a couple of days left, I must begin preparing the final pack and the last minute things that have to be done from here. Although if I miss something, I will manage it from my new home, nestled in the boot. My life is changing radically, and it doesn’t seem quite real. I imagine it will take a little time before it does.
Tomorrow and the next day will be full of the goodbye things. Phone calls and meals, tears and laughter. I hope to make it through the airport and security without weeping, but I’m not good with goodbyes. I imagine it will only take one other person’s tears to set me off, but I’m so filled with excitement that I will probably be okay. It’s the moving forward that makes it alright. I cry more when moving backwards.
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