Saying Good-Bye

In all of the drama and details of moving, we sort of overlooked one thing…

The fact that we’re leaving so many wonderful friends in Dallas… some of which came out for a “good-bye dinner” in our honor yesterday evening.

When one of our friends first suggested it a few weeks ago, I really didn’t give it much thought. It was a very sweet gesture, of course, but I was too consumed with all of the junk… er, stuff in our house and deciding what to ship versus store. I put together a small(ish) guest list and an eVite was quietly sent, while I contended with “bigger” stuff like acquiring a passport for my toddler and putting the house on the market…

The evening of the dinner, my parents came by to watch our son and do more packing. Mike was still obsessing over some boxes of his books before I dragged him out to the car. On the way to the restaurant, we discussed how my family was handling the move and debated which storage company to go with…

We were the first to arrive and as our friends began showing up, we filled each of them in on all of the details– rehashing over and over when Mike was set to depart, when Avery and I would follow, the new job, etc.

It wasn’t until Mike and I were seated at dinner, surrounded by people who actually wanted to hear every tedious detail about our move, that it hit us…

We’re leaving them.

We are actually leaving all of these people who we love and adore. People who have heard all of our best stories so many times they could finish our sentences, but laugh out loud anyways. People who know that I talk too loud, would happily drown in queso, and am often crass, but will still be seen with me… in public, no less. People who we are touched and honored to affectionately call our “friends back home”.

Mike’s flight leaves on Thursday, as in less than a week from today… We don’t have a lot of time, but we’ve made a point of making it to lunches and play groups anyway. People have dropped by the house either to deliver boxes or a coffee cake and wish us well. Sometimes they come by to get something they’ve offered to store for us, to pack my wedding china, or even just to chat. Although no one says it out loud, I can’t help by sadly wonder if this is the last time we’ll see them “until we come back home”.


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