Sadness

Now comes the sadness and trepidation. We’ve been so excited and looking forward to this move for SO long. But now that it’s time to go, I’m starting to feel sad.

I’m sure I’ll be fine once we go. It’s the “lasts” that are killing me – the last time we see our best friends, the last dinner with my sisters, the last trip to our favorite Target.

I have to keep telling myself that I’ll be as sad as I let myself be. If I view these events as sad occasions, then of course I’m going to be sad. If I look at them as celebrations, they’re more fun.

I hate goodbyes and much prefer an Irish goodbye – we’ll just leave without saying anything. We’ll pretend we’re just going away for the weekend and that we’ll be back soon. Because we will be. Our time in Tulsa will go by quickly. And we’ll be back all the time. And friends will come visit. All the time. Please. Please visit all the time. I miss you so much already.