We visited our old place today when we were coming back from getting coffee. It felt nice. It was easy to remember what it felt like living there. I took alot of pictures of this pond. It’s changed alot!
In some ways I think Ken and I just want to go already. The organizing and saying goodbyes feels, at this point, sad. A typical event runs through my mind like this:
oh tonight will be the last night I’m going to see so-and-so
it’s so nice to spend time with so-and-so
i’m going to miss so-and-so
is this the last time i’m going to see so-and-so?
impossible!
i’m sure we can squeeze in another time to see so-and-so
and the goodbye is never done.
i hate goodbyes. i love so-and-sos.
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