In one week I will be sitting in Denver somewhere. This means that inevitably right now I am freaking out.
I have a love/hate relationship with saying goodbye. I like to be able to see people before I leave and to tell them I love them and to spend quality time (so often I spend quantity time with people instead). However, I hate the moment you give someone a hug and say that final farewell, there is something finite about it that I do not like. It also means that change is coming and we all know that change is sometimes excruciatingly hard. I’ve had my fair share of change in the past year, finishing graduate school, ending relationships, beginning new ones, moving… twice, changing jobs, leaving friends and a community I had built in Raleigh. However, I feel that the more we change, the less stagnant we get and the more willing we are to explore new opportunities in the future and that to me is so very important. I’m getting off topic again. . .
I have enjoyed my last times with people, my final goodbyes. Dinners and lunches, chatting in my car, sipping on coffee, going through old memories, just sitting and chatting. Those are the things I really enjoy. Being able to spend simple time with extraordinary people and to express how much we love one another.
So I have said goodbye to my friends and family in the Polk County area and I will now venture on to the middle of the state to say goodbye to my Raleigh family and finally back to Charlotte to celebrate the love of a dear couple with my love. It is looking towards being an Epic week of sadness and joy and when the week finally spits me out at next Tuesday, I will be in Denver writing to you once more.