The Atlantic Ocean, you will be missed…
Darn it! This last day snuck right up on me. The beginning of the week dragged by so slowly. Maybe it was the waiting that made it slow? The limbo of knowing you are moving and seeing the date approach, but not having to pack? Up until the day the movers came the clock seemed to go backwards, and then all of a sudden time flew by and here we are.
The last day.
Today we locked the doors of our house for the last time. We emptied the fridge, took out the trash and had one last walk through of our empty home. This home that echoes when you walk through it now and somehow doesn’t seem like ours anymore now that our things aren’t in it. I got choked up standing in it, feeling the unrealness of knowing I won’t step inside it again for a long time. Knowing it will belong to someone else’s for a bit until we (maybe?) come back to it.
This was the week of lasts. Last trip to the beach, last night with my mom, last drive down streets that are so familiar I could drive down them blindfolded. I personally hate this part, the waiting to say goodbye, the heaviness in my chest and the tears always close by. Its funny, I am actually excited to move and do something new. I am! It’s just the end of something else that hurts. It almost makes you want to skip over it all, not experience the end of anything. Not say goodbye, because it hurts and I want to avoid it.
I can’t though.
I may drive away in the morning with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart, but I’ll be looking forward. To a new adventure.