I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and I am pretty sure there is no locomotive attached. Pretty sure. I’m bound to be gaining weight with all the good-bye lunches my friends are giving me, but I will jump on the bicycle once the weather straightens out and I have unpacked enough to navigate in the new house. The way the weather is going, I’m not laying any bets on which will happen first.
The warmth and affection being shown to me in these last weeks is bitter sweet. It makes me happy to know I have made such good friends, but it is hard to leave such good friends. I know I will make new ones and all the old (well that doesn’t sound right – they aren’t old – just already) friends are so welcome to visit me – once I can navigate the boxes. Old plus new equals more friends – and that is a good thing.
Each day I accomplish a little more on the list – and each day more is added to the list. So it goes. No wonder moving ranks up toward the top of stressful things that can happen to a person. What is more – you choose to move, or at least, I did. Arghh!
A friend is coming after work to help me clean. Now that is the definition of friendship. I am moving away and yet, after a long day of work, here she comes. She will be one of those forever friends, the kind you only get a handful of in your lifetime. Treasure them.
My blog may be sporadic in the next couple of weeks, but I will try to keep a regular schedule. Here’s to spring coming your way soon, (unless you live in the southern hemisphere) with warmth, a slow snow melt, and lots of flowers.