The sterilite containers are out of the attic, and they are being filled by the day. The kids climb on top of them, excited at all of the commotion, but I wonder how it will be once the movers are here in a couple of weeks, or when we start to repaint their room back to the stark white. Mama's a little nervous this time 'round. The babes are older, it's a whole different ballgame.
But I do remain positive, because I am so excited myself. Moving has become so much of my life, that last year, at the 2 year anniversary of our move to this area, I started to yearn for this madness. I wanted to start anew in a brand new space, and create new memories, and plant new roots. I have accepted moving as part of our reality and I am excited by it.
A few weeks or so ago, the "goodbyes" started coming out of the mouths of my coworkers, and almost immediately, I found myself saying, "Please, I don't do sappy.", "Let's not say goodbye, let's say 'I'll see you later'" .
Well, last Saturday was my last day of work at the hospital. I noticed quite a few people bringing in food, but this happens occasionally and didn't think to ask why. I was called later to the conference room, and found a room full of my coworker-friends, and a table full of food.
It was for me. I was met with hugs, talk of memories, and wishes of good fortune.
Later, I cried in the bathroom.
Because while the future is bright, the past is never forgotten.
And there's no turning back from here...