It’s been a week now since we’ve been here. Technically I suppose one week and one day. I was so busy in my final days at our old home that I didn’t have a whole lot of time to reminisce. I’m one of those people that usually is all, “This is my last Monday. This is my last Tuesday,” and so on. I usually dwell on every moment and savor every bit of my last days. My last move the kids and I made a bucket list of all the things we wanted to do one last time before we left, and I was sent off with a ridiculous amount of going away gifts. This time not so much.
There were a few sweet moments, though. One of my daughter’s friends bought me Chunky Monkey ice cream on our last night there. I was so touched. She told me not to be so nice and appreciative or she would cry. Wasn’t that the sweetest thing? One of the things I worried about when we made the initial move was the fact that I had watched Rock Star’s friends grow up where we were. I wondered if I would have any kind of a relationship with her new friends since I wouldn’t meet them until they were 14. Turns out on our last day there her friend and I were singing along to Elton John and talking about the time we both saw him in concert (at different times, of course).
One of Picasso’s friends came over on our final day. He made it a point to tell me that things were really going to suck around the neighborhood without us there and he thanked me for all the hospitality I had shown him. He has family that lives about 20 miles from us so I told him to make sure he let Picasso know if they were ever up this way and I would make sure I got him up there so they could get together.
Another neighbor told me they would really miss us and his son was definitely going to miss Picasso. He told me that his son commented, “I’ve moved away before but I’ve never had anyone move away from me.” Yet another moment that made me want to cry.
My mom was down with me for the last week or so and a few days before we left we had a mini reunion with some of my Mamaw’s family. There were probably 11 of us that met for lunch and then went over to someone’s house for cake and tea. It was really nice and great to be around family; I just wish I had had more of that while I was living there.
After we moved my daughter’s boyfriend posted something on Instagram about his heart moving 600 miles away on the day of our move along with a slideshow of pictures of the two of them. Another moment that made me want to cry.
Hey, looking on the bright side I tell myself that if the kids made such good friends in two years there is hope for them here.