Moving Day
Ta-ta for now folks, tomorrow we're driving up to Mississippi to the family Christmas party and from there we'll head to Virginia, arriving late Sunday night. We probably won't have the computer hooked up again until Monday afternoon, so you hear from us until then.
The past few days, or week really, has been exhausting emotionally and physically. We did a majority of the packing over the last two days and still aren't finished. My heart is breaking as well, as I realize more and more just how heartbroken my dad is over us moving. He is really taking it hard, but I just can't see myself living down here and loving it like he does...plus there isn't any job market for a college graduate. Especially one who would rather not live with her parents. We had an awful lot of goodbyes to say to our church family, and it is still difficult to think about them without tearing up. I have never been close to people from a church, and certainly have never felt as though I belonged to one, but this little church has pulled at my heartstrings from day one and have embraced me since I first pulled into their driveway.
The folks at work threw me a pizza, cookies and brownies party (I was pmsing when they asked what I wanted on my last day, heh) AND gave pete and I $130 for moving money and a handmade cookbook of all their favorite recipes. They're really special ladies, even the boss. I think now that I no longer work for her, I really seem to like her. Life does that to you I guess.
Well off to sort boxes so that we can find the bed again, goodnight and talk to you Monday...or later!
The past few days, or week really, has been exhausting emotionally and physically. We did a majority of the packing over the last two days and still aren't finished. My heart is breaking as well, as I realize more and more just how heartbroken my dad is over us moving. He is really taking it hard, but I just can't see myself living down here and loving it like he does...plus there isn't any job market for a college graduate. Especially one who would rather not live with her parents. We had an awful lot of goodbyes to say to our church family, and it is still difficult to think about them without tearing up. I have never been close to people from a church, and certainly have never felt as though I belonged to one, but this little church has pulled at my heartstrings from day one and have embraced me since I first pulled into their driveway.
The folks at work threw me a pizza, cookies and brownies party (I was pmsing when they asked what I wanted on my last day, heh) AND gave pete and I $130 for moving money and a handmade cookbook of all their favorite recipes. They're really special ladies, even the boss. I think now that I no longer work for her, I really seem to like her. Life does that to you I guess.
Well off to sort boxes so that we can find the bed again, goodnight and talk to you Monday...or later!
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