Full Disclosure #2: Being a single parent is harder than I anticipated (which is kind of a duh moment, right?)
Full Disclosure #3: Everything in my life is wrapping up in a grand finale and I'm feeling a little bit sad about it.
School is ending. Baseball has ended. Girl Scouts finished for the season and the Spring choir concert has been sung. Even my book is ending (fingers crossed there). It should be ready to go out on submission after this final edit that should be finished today.
Despite the fact that the plan is to leave our beloved Portland for only 18 months, people keep telling me things like "We're so sad because we think you're never coming back." Which makes me sad because I catch emotions like the flu and that only serves to add more fuel to their 'you're-not-coming-back' fire.
"It's still here!" she said and hugged me.
"Of course it's still there," my husband said when I told him. "The thing must weigh 300 pounds and it's bolted to the floor."
My surprise visitor told me this house holds all her childhood memories. As it holds all of my children's.
The rational part of me knows we're not going away forever. It knows this house has seen generation after generation grow up and move out, but still...but still, I find myself clinging to the metaphorical doorframe.
This is just the beginning of something fun and new. An adventure. A suburban D.C. lark. One door closes and another opens. I know all the rhetoric and I've been busy using it to
I'll get over this, I know I will. Before I know it I'll be keenly focused on all the things that are beginning instead of ending. But until I do, I'm hoping I don't get anymore unexpected visitors who regale me with tearful, wonderful stories of all the perfect childhood memories to which this house has borne witness.