Sorry about that....but I have various titles, such as:
1. Two Weeks
2. What to Do?
3. Here we Go again
4. Should I be doing more?
Hahaha, really they all fit. Here's why:
I have two weeks left, from today. (#1) In two weeks, I will be leaving here.
The funny part is that I am leaving my house as is. (#4)
I am not packing everything up...or at least, not overseeing the moving company pack everything into boxes and crates. I am not making sure my precious pieces, like our big Amethyst stone from here, my vase from Murano, Italy, my beautiful paintings...
I am not watching any of it get boxed/crated properly.
I am not making sure the flat screen tv stays upright, in a vertical position, while they assemble the crate around it.
So, (#3)....here we go again! We are leaving, on a jet plane, and nope...
don't know when we'll be back again!
I feel very strange about leaving here.
I do not imagine the dramatic exit like when we left Venezuela....
Mostly because I booked our flight on the same day that school ends.
That means it will just be pick the kids up and head for the airport.
Why did I choose this?
Because there will be tears...
there is sadness every time we leave....
it was there last night when my son went to bed. He doesn't want to have to make new friends again, and leave his friends here....
Well, neither do I.
It always is hardest to leave friends. I have a few friends here that have really been great. We have traveled together, had numerous lunches/dinners/coffees...
It is hard to say good bye, but I know that these friends are keepers.
I know that we will all keep in touch with each other.
That is a comfort, but it still hurts to say good bye.
The every day routine is what binds so many people together. The friendship will last, but the little quick phone calls will not be there.
That's ok, though, as harsh as it may seem, someone will take that place.
I guess in some ways, that is what the beauty of it is, too, at the same time as the sadness.
We will make new friends. It will certainly not be a replacement, but, rather, a new friend to find. A new friend that will fill a different void that maybe we never even knew we had or needed filled.
And in that, the old friend, we will cherish even more.
So that leaves (#2)...
What to do? I should be packing what I am taking with me. So, what do you take with you when you know that you will never return?
I know that my "stuff" will be sent to the new location, but that will be quite a few months before I see any of that materialize again!