It is five days and counting until our friends move. They aren't actually moving until the end of the month. We will be on vacation when they leave, so our goodbyes will be said a little early. This is a good thing. When I was a child we got rid of a dog. To spare us from witnessing the trauma, someone took us out for ice cream while the new owners came to our house to get the dog. We leave--dog, we come home--no dog. This vacation will now be referred to as our trip to the ice cream store. Leave--neighbors, come home--no neighbors. I am grateful that I will not have to witness the moving truck in front of their house. And, being away will save me the frustration and embarrassment of running alongside the moving van until I slowly run out of breath and am forced to stop.
Our neighbor and I were crying already just knowing this is our last week together. Although it will be really tough saying goodbye to her, I will completely lose it when I hug their darling little girls goodbye.
They say it is a temporary move. From past experience with this statement, I am hesitant to believe it. Even if it is so, it will never be back to the way it is right now. I think that of all things is the saddest part.
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I do not remember this much crying when we left.
By the way, this past Sunday was the 6 year anniversary of the day I left home with 2 big pieces of luggage bound for Switzerland...all by myself.
mrs. tbf -
That's why we lied to her and TMS and told them that we were only moving away temporarily. We had enough on our minds, and we certainly didn't need all this blubbering going on in the background.
Maybe we didn't cry so much because we believed that you'd be back in a few year. Maybe we're crying more now because we've already been abandoned once before.
I did cry on my way home from the airport after leaving Timm and the beasts. We cry now in the realization of the lie.
Thanks for not using my real name.
Tim (Doh!)
With all this heartbreak, I almost feel like crying myself.
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