This week has been filled with nightly meals with friends saying our goodbyes. It just started to hit me for the first time in the last few days that we're actually leaving, won't be back, and that I might actually be sad about this. Sometime during the days (years) that I spent telling myself how much I hate living OH, it's grown on me. I have 9 years worth of memories from this place. I had great times in college, and then living with a bunch of great girls, and finally starting my life with Matt and giving birth to our first child.
I know the whole area so well. We were driving the backroads into Cedarville this weekend, and I realized just how familiar it was. I'll miss the 40 minute drive through those country roads to go watch Tim play soccer or sit through a freaking endless day of grad class. I love (and hate) that everytime I go out shopping or to a restaurant I see an old student. I'll miss walking around Cox with Matt and going out for ice cream all the time (ok, we'll still do that in Florida). I'll miss our friends here and the fact that most of our best friends are within a day car ride if ever we need to see them.
I'm just growing sentimental in our last days here. It's strange to close this chapter of our lives because I don't really have any idea what this next one will be like. Regardless, tomorrow we pick up the moving truck and pack up the last 3 years of our lives together and drive them 17 hours down the road...in the opposite direction of NY...unless I hijack the truck...
2 comments:
Good luck with your move! At least the weather is better in Florida :)
Totally understand about living in your childhood area though...that's why I'll probably never leave Wheaton.
I vote for the "truck hijacking" idea...
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