good-byes
I took the girls to the beach to meet up with some friends for one last summer hurrah before I leave. It made me sad to think that it's not only the end of my summer with them, but that it's also nearly time for me to leave. I got very teary when I said good-bye to my friends. There are others that I'd like to see again before I go, but I just don't know if I can face anymore good-byes or talk about how long I'm going to be gone.
After my mom's phone call this morning, I thought a lot about my dad today. I think about all of the ways that Jack shows his love to his daughters, how important they are to him, all the time he spends with them, and it hurts to not have had that with my own dad. So many lost years, lost memories, and now I need to see him before I leave for Toronto, likely for the last time.
I leave in 5 days and the reality of leaving is really setting in. I cried no less than half a dozen times today. I know this is partly hormonal - double whammy.
I'm tired of thinking about leaving, tired of saying good-bye to friends and family. I try to be really casual and calm about it, as if I was only leaving for a long weekend and months at a time. That way, I don't fall apart. Denial: it works for me.
Now to dive into a mountain of dirty laundry and try to focus on my Sociology. Bleh.
After my mom's phone call this morning, I thought a lot about my dad today. I think about all of the ways that Jack shows his love to his daughters, how important they are to him, all the time he spends with them, and it hurts to not have had that with my own dad. So many lost years, lost memories, and now I need to see him before I leave for Toronto, likely for the last time.
I leave in 5 days and the reality of leaving is really setting in. I cried no less than half a dozen times today. I know this is partly hormonal - double whammy.
I'm tired of thinking about leaving, tired of saying good-bye to friends and family. I try to be really casual and calm about it, as if I was only leaving for a long weekend and months at a time. That way, I don't fall apart. Denial: it works for me.
Now to dive into a mountain of dirty laundry and try to focus on my Sociology. Bleh.