So, packing is the worst. Based on the amount of bags and boxes that have left my house over the last couple of days, you’d think I was a hoarder. Which I’m totally not. Unless you count gym clothes. Seriously, I had SIXTY FIVE workout tank tops. Who do I think I am??
I’ve made some serious progress, but the lifestyle of French minimalism is really looking appealing these days. Even with all my downsizing, it’s never ending. I feel like that scene on Harry Potter when they are in the Lestrange’s vault at Gringotts, and the goblets keep multiplying. Except for me, it’s clothes. Every time I turn around, there’s another drawer full of …..STUFF. (Said with absolute disdain.)
I also took a pair of shoes to a very grumpy old cobbler. This guy was legit, and I kept waiting for all the elves to come out asking for clothes to be made for them. He did, however, chastise me for “not bringing my shoes in earlier…. look at this (points to worn heel)??!? You’re going to need new soles for NYC walking. Do you have more shoes coming??” Oh, excuse me sir, and thank you for your judgment.
To be fair, he did have a point.
At least the clothes/shoe drama are distracting me from being sad at this point. I’ve been so busy trying to pack and organize and not punch myself in the face… that I haven’t fully had time to think about the small amount of time I have left here in Salt Lake.
I requested that all my events be simple; things that we might be doing anyway. I just want to remember things as they were; and not a particular special event. So far, I’ve been able to hold in the choked tears until after I got home. But saying goodbye is hard. I know I’ll still be in touch with all of these friends – but it’s not the same. Then of course there’s the worry that I WON’T stay in touch; that I’ll be forgotten; and that all the friends who have said they’ll come visit, won’t.
But then I remember that I’m doing this for me. And even if no one comes to visit (which would be TERRIBLE!), I’m changing my life. I’m embracing the change, the vulnerable, and everything that comes with it. And I’m going to the city that never sleeps! So, even if I lay awake all night in a new bed, in a new house, in a new city…. I won’t be alone.
You know you love me….
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Bex in the City 