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Sara and I sleep deeply after a long day thursday, and got up a little before nine to begin packing up her things. Shortly after lunch, we crammed the final small things into the crack between the boxes in her car, and she was officially moved out of LeSage.
We ate some left over Thai food from going out with Darek and Allison as a birthday celebration for me and a going away dinner for Sara. We sat on the ground in front of the coffee table, and stared out across the lake, with smiles.
We drove into a cafe in Port Angeles, looked on mapquest for the route she would take back to Boulder, and compared it to my paper atlas. After we made a smooth goodbye, and tried not to belabor any sad sentiments, we said goodbye. She drove out of Port Angeles, and I drove up to Brocklesby's and had a lamb gyro. Looking east, I saw a rainbow form, and laughed at how corny but true I felt a rainbow was escorting Sara off of the Peninsula.
As I rounded the corners headed back to LeSage, Sara called from her car, and exclaimed through broken reception that there was a rainbow right overtop of her, following her in the car, before the call was dropped.
Sara and I will be together in two months, when I move back to Boulder to continue working for the Colorado Youth Program. If all goes as planned, I will be taking over the position as Camp Director after working for them this summer, and I am really banking on this, because it was the job offer in the first place that encouraged Sara to obtain the full time job with Leave No Trace in Boulder, and for me to leave a full time job here in Washington which I already love....
Two months. When Sara isn't around, I feel the solitude. I never used to feel really alone until Sara and I started. It is subtly sad at times due to how I miss the periods of time that came to me as gifts to be as alone as I cared to be. But now without Sara at here, I have to shift back into a mode, of detachment from her. I must remember that out there is someone I love and am promised to, but I cannot cling to the feelings I have when she is around, for wishing she was next to me at night to add warmth to the bed, wishing she was there to walk up these muddy trails, and to share conversation over a bottle of wine only ruins these moments that I do get to myself. So, I try to remember and love, but that is all. In her stead I try to make the most of the time I have alone, reliving those days I truly enjoyed to have solitude, sleeping on the carpet in my room in my sleeping bag, with a yoga mat under my knees, and a relatively empty room, waking up to enjoy the sunrise with some yoga and tea, and working outside all day, learning what I can about birds and plants, trying to activate some spark of interest in the youth that I work with.
Things are great. I love each day here, and feel I will really be able to cherish these last two months, while I am so excited to move into an apt back in Boulder area, and begin a new step, back with Sara.
We ate some left over Thai food from going out with Darek and Allison as a birthday celebration for me and a going away dinner for Sara. We sat on the ground in front of the coffee table, and stared out across the lake, with smiles.
We drove into a cafe in Port Angeles, looked on mapquest for the route she would take back to Boulder, and compared it to my paper atlas. After we made a smooth goodbye, and tried not to belabor any sad sentiments, we said goodbye. She drove out of Port Angeles, and I drove up to Brocklesby's and had a lamb gyro. Looking east, I saw a rainbow form, and laughed at how corny but true I felt a rainbow was escorting Sara off of the Peninsula.
As I rounded the corners headed back to LeSage, Sara called from her car, and exclaimed through broken reception that there was a rainbow right overtop of her, following her in the car, before the call was dropped.
Sara and I will be together in two months, when I move back to Boulder to continue working for the Colorado Youth Program. If all goes as planned, I will be taking over the position as Camp Director after working for them this summer, and I am really banking on this, because it was the job offer in the first place that encouraged Sara to obtain the full time job with Leave No Trace in Boulder, and for me to leave a full time job here in Washington which I already love....
Two months. When Sara isn't around, I feel the solitude. I never used to feel really alone until Sara and I started. It is subtly sad at times due to how I miss the periods of time that came to me as gifts to be as alone as I cared to be. But now without Sara at here, I have to shift back into a mode, of detachment from her. I must remember that out there is someone I love and am promised to, but I cannot cling to the feelings I have when she is around, for wishing she was next to me at night to add warmth to the bed, wishing she was there to walk up these muddy trails, and to share conversation over a bottle of wine only ruins these moments that I do get to myself. So, I try to remember and love, but that is all. In her stead I try to make the most of the time I have alone, reliving those days I truly enjoyed to have solitude, sleeping on the carpet in my room in my sleeping bag, with a yoga mat under my knees, and a relatively empty room, waking up to enjoy the sunrise with some yoga and tea, and working outside all day, learning what I can about birds and plants, trying to activate some spark of interest in the youth that I work with.
Things are great. I love each day here, and feel I will really be able to cherish these last two months, while I am so excited to move into an apt back in Boulder area, and begin a new step, back with Sara.