so long, bye bye
sad but in a way, it feels nice...
When Kristin's birthday celebration decided to travel onto the Nitty Gritty, I decided to leave (despite the coaxing of a few sober and drunk party goers.) I was glad I did, too. When I got into my car I checked my phone (out of habit now, I usually have five messages on it whenever I'm somewhere and not paying attention) and I'm glad I did. Elder Bailey left me a message asking me to call him back...he received his transfer call and is leaving tomorrow morning at 7 AM to go to Escanaba, Michigan.
So I called back and talked to him for awhile, and felt a lot better then when I first got the message. I got a little teary eyed trying to thank him, but I think he got the general point. In fact, I think he understands a lot more than I was willing to believe at first, about what I'm thinking and feeling. He gave me his addresses, both in Escanaba and in Saratoga, where he'll be in January at the end of his mission work. Bittersweet, it is, but I'm happy for him, and happy for myself.
Do you wonder if there's more? Because there is. But I'm going to write it in my paper journal instead. And it'll always be inside me, ready to recall when I need it.
When Kristin's birthday celebration decided to travel onto the Nitty Gritty, I decided to leave (despite the coaxing of a few sober and drunk party goers.) I was glad I did, too. When I got into my car I checked my phone (out of habit now, I usually have five messages on it whenever I'm somewhere and not paying attention) and I'm glad I did. Elder Bailey left me a message asking me to call him back...he received his transfer call and is leaving tomorrow morning at 7 AM to go to Escanaba, Michigan.
So I called back and talked to him for awhile, and felt a lot better then when I first got the message. I got a little teary eyed trying to thank him, but I think he got the general point. In fact, I think he understands a lot more than I was willing to believe at first, about what I'm thinking and feeling. He gave me his addresses, both in Escanaba and in Saratoga, where he'll be in January at the end of his mission work. Bittersweet, it is, but I'm happy for him, and happy for myself.
Do you wonder if there's more? Because there is. But I'm going to write it in my paper journal instead. And it'll always be inside me, ready to recall when I need it.