Moving On

Well, the movers come tomorrow to pack all the breakable stuff - well, the bulk of it. I got brave with some of the fragile stuff, but I will leave the dishes and china to the pros. They are going to break down the beds and cushion all the furniture to get it ready to load on Monday morning. Here is my living room now - ugh:

Goodbyes are never easy, and I really suck at them. I usually go into the ugly cry, and trust me, it's not pretty. (That's why they call it the ugly cry). I never expected to be sad about leaving Mississippi behind and heading back home to Georgia. But it is with a heavy heart that I find myself packing things into boxes and making plans with friends one last time.

I worked as a nurse for 9 and a half years with residents. But it was from an "outside looking in" perspective. The past three years have been a unique couple of years. Most of the friends we have made have been residents and their spouses. Everyone is going through the same experience. It became very easy to become close to people quicker because everyone was dealing with the same joys and the same frustrations. We banded together to cook dinners when our husbands worked night shifts, threw baby showers for each other, had drinking lunches (some of my faves) just because, "borrowed" a spouse from one of the other wives when a piece of furniture needed to be moved when our own husband was working crazy hours, and were there to support each other through some of the greatest joys and some tremendous losses. We have been together for Thanksgiving Day and Christmas when work made it impossible to be with our own families.

I will dearly miss the people I have met. I think I spent the night after graduation crying. Everyone talked about leaving and when they were headed to their next home. I got home and everything suddenly sank in. We were actually going to leave. Our little house with the great backyard would no longer be ours. The porch swing that we spent alot of time in would be someone else's to enjoy. The first house we bought and the home where we brought our newborn son would not be ours to call home anymore. It makes me sad to think about it.

Just tonight, Luke (one of the residents), called to say that he was going to stop by later. Jason is working all weekend, so I ordered a pizza and we sat and watched TV. Next week, that won't be an option. I will miss the people here and their families as well. We got to know several families of some of the residents pretty well over the last couple of years. It has meant alot to us to have been surrounded by such wonderful people the past three years, and I hope that Savannah is just as wonderful.