For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter,
though a man’s misery weighs heavily upon him.
Since no man knows the future,
who can tell him what is to come?
Since I got the internship in September and Ian and I made solid plans to really leave Massachusetts, I don’t think I really internalized that we are leaving. For good. Not for a visit, not for vacation, but to permanently settle somewhere other than New England. After three years of hearing us talk about moving “out west,” our friends and coworkers stopped believing that we really would do it. Now, at T – 4 days and counting, with the vast majority of our possessions in boxes, most of our furniture for sale, and my 1.5-month-long separation from Ian looming large, my friends and I are starting to believe it. Most convincing so far was saying goodbye to friends this weekend, knowing that, most likely, I’ll never actually see these people again.
During last week I met up with ex-coworkers for lunch and then, the next day, with another ex-coworker for ice cream — the start of the goodbyes. Then we spent Friday night and most of Saturday at our friends Dave and Sharron’s house, playing board games and shooting the breeze. Sunday I rode my bike to church, saying farewell to that beautiful, if head-windy, route; then, after church, it was time to say goodbye to all the people in our life group and all our other church friends. Immediately after I dragged myself away from church, we went to my ex-coworker Janice’s house for a farewell lunch and another goodbye.
All these goodbyes make me feel like I’m dying and putting my affairs in order. I’m ready to have some happy reunions now. Thanks.
PS – On a more cheerful note, National Novel Writing Month is nearly upon us, people. That means I’ll soon be posting another Really Bad Novel daily. This year’s theme: Twilight-like young adult supernatural romance. We have a rough plan. It will be excellent.