The logistics of this move have consumed me for the past several weeks, so I didn't have time to feel sad until move day. Sad to say good bye to family, good friends, to neighbors, and to our house that we've worked to remodel over the past 5 years, that 2 of our kids were born into. The kids seem to be taking everything in stride, and the real tears have been shed by me. On the plane ride out of big D, I finally broke down (in front of flight attendants and passengers! embarrassing!) but I couldn't help it, it came flooding out. The reality of the move and of leaving my home of the past 24 years behind had been welling up for some time. The fact that we were holding up the plane with our rowdy family and ridiculous amount of baggage spread out over the plane didn't help. The final request by a nice flight attendant as we were getting ready to take off to move Nico's carseat one more time to another seat was just the catalyst of the dam of emotions about to burst. Poor lady.
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