One of my sweet friends asked me if moving so often makes it easier to say goodbye. I quickly answered that the hardest part is always knowing that I'm missing out on the fun stuff that happens after I leave. However, I've had more time to think about it and it occurred to me that what I really miss is the moments with friends that I can never get back.
We have spent the better part of the past 2 months traveling to see as many family and friends that we could before we left the country. More often than not I have remembered to take pictures, but I am often so caught up in the moment that I forget. I am forever grateful when others remember and I can have a picture to help remind me of the moment.
I rarely cry during my goodbyes. I am usually so excited about being with my friends that I can ignore the reality. I can say, "Sure, it's the last Sunday at church, but I'm still having lunch with everyone later this week." Moving is a busy time and I can keep myself so occupied that I don't think about how soon the last day is coming. I do my crying after I've left and I know that, even if I'm fortunate to see them again one day, it will never be exactly the same.
Today was my last day in Colorado. I got to have one last breakfast with some of the most amazing women I know. We talked, laughed and hugged our way through the meal. I will miss their presence in my daily life and I will miss their wonderful faces. At least, I got a picture 😊
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