I am in hospice care--not LITERAL hospice care, because I wouldn't be writing a blog post if I were dying. Rather, I'm in moving hospice care. Meaning, I'm taking a step back from where I live and I simply can't wait to get outta here.
The last of the hoops has been jumped through this morning. I can now pack in peace and leave the boxes in the room they are in, just waiting for the movers to toss them on the truck.
I don't return phone calls of people who want me to do something for them in February, because I won't be here.
When people say, "I'm so sorry you are moving." I try to keep a straight face and say, "That is so kind, we will miss being here." Because the truth is, we really won't miss being here. A change was long overdue... And now if I could just manage a way to pack my friends in my bags and take them with me.
I'm excited about the life we will be embarking upon. I wake up in the morning energized and looking forward and feeling a sense of excitement and joy about the coming journey.
I can't help but dream what it will be like to live in a place where the people are kind to pedestrians because they realize that humanity has to get along with one another if any human advancement is going to take place...which explains why Smallville is still so small.
I am focusing on the very dear friends I have.
Each lunch date feels like it's on borrowed time.
I'm treasuring every one.
And then it will be time to say goodbye.