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Day 1081: Last Night in Idaho
Jul. 28th, 2013 10:52 pmI'm sitting on the couch in my in-laws' front room listening to my husband play Hallelujah on the piano and realizing this is my last night as a resident of Idaho. All this week I was working and packing. I did go dancing Wednesday night, and I danced for a few hours at the art festival on Saturday (it was less of a show and most of a party for all the local dancers who showed up), but mostly there was packing.
Also, I am lousy at goodbyes. The tech guy at the office issued me the equipment I need to work from home, I packed my stuff up in boxes - kind of like you do when you get fired from an office - and I bundled the boxes out to my car, and I drove myself home. Didn't say goodbye to my coworkers or anything. Just...left.
My friend Joda gave me a Gundam Deathscythe model the other day. I gave him a chocolate chip cookie - I couldn't have eaten it anyway - and he gave me a Gundam model. A pretty awesome trade, if I do say so myself.
Cody's mother has been amazing about helping us pack and scrub. She and Cody got the house mostly scrubbed on Saturday, and when I got done with dancing, I went home, changed out of my dancing skirts, and helped with the scrubbing and the packing. We left the TV up with the notion we'd watch some when we were done with the work - Cody's mom didn't leave until after ten last night, poor woman - but we were so exhausted we just tumbled into sleep. Today we woke up, went to church, said our goodbyes, and ditched out after sacrament meeting to continue scrubbing and packing. We loaded our cars to the gills and drove south. I packed up my car, filled it with gas, and drove away from the flat I called home for the past year and eight months. I think the stress of closing on this house - it's been bloody stressful and then some - has made me want to tumble headlong into home ownership - which will surely come with stresses of its own - and I haven't really had the chance to say goodbye to, well, anyone or anything.
I've realized, since we moved so much when I was a kid, I don't miss places as much as I miss people. When I say I miss Omaha, I mean I miss Lawyer Amber and Tomie and Dan and Sensei Raymond and the gang at Dragon's Lair. When I say I will miss Idaho, I don't mean I'll miss the windmills on the mountain with their thousand red lights blinking like hellish eyes. I mean I'll miss Herbie and Lanae and Joda, Cory and Sean and Aaron and Little Carl. But when we get down to Utah, it means I'll have Sei and Curry and Benten and Kitty and Kymmy and Mal and Justin, my sister and her husband and my beautiful niece.
And it means we'll have a house of our own. Only we're ditching the picket fence and putting up a chain link fence big enough our dog won't be able to jump over it.
Man. I'm going to be a homeowner. Knowing what I do about the relationship between homeowners, mortgages, and the economy, I am pretty darn nervous, but I think it will be all right.
It's my last night in Idaho, and I've worked hard, and I'm tired, and we're going to have to get up hellishly early tomorrow, but it will be all right. We're moving on with the next phase of our life, and it's going to be exciting. Now if I could just fall asleep.
Also, I am lousy at goodbyes. The tech guy at the office issued me the equipment I need to work from home, I packed my stuff up in boxes - kind of like you do when you get fired from an office - and I bundled the boxes out to my car, and I drove myself home. Didn't say goodbye to my coworkers or anything. Just...left.
My friend Joda gave me a Gundam Deathscythe model the other day. I gave him a chocolate chip cookie - I couldn't have eaten it anyway - and he gave me a Gundam model. A pretty awesome trade, if I do say so myself.
Cody's mother has been amazing about helping us pack and scrub. She and Cody got the house mostly scrubbed on Saturday, and when I got done with dancing, I went home, changed out of my dancing skirts, and helped with the scrubbing and the packing. We left the TV up with the notion we'd watch some when we were done with the work - Cody's mom didn't leave until after ten last night, poor woman - but we were so exhausted we just tumbled into sleep. Today we woke up, went to church, said our goodbyes, and ditched out after sacrament meeting to continue scrubbing and packing. We loaded our cars to the gills and drove south. I packed up my car, filled it with gas, and drove away from the flat I called home for the past year and eight months. I think the stress of closing on this house - it's been bloody stressful and then some - has made me want to tumble headlong into home ownership - which will surely come with stresses of its own - and I haven't really had the chance to say goodbye to, well, anyone or anything.
I've realized, since we moved so much when I was a kid, I don't miss places as much as I miss people. When I say I miss Omaha, I mean I miss Lawyer Amber and Tomie and Dan and Sensei Raymond and the gang at Dragon's Lair. When I say I will miss Idaho, I don't mean I'll miss the windmills on the mountain with their thousand red lights blinking like hellish eyes. I mean I'll miss Herbie and Lanae and Joda, Cory and Sean and Aaron and Little Carl. But when we get down to Utah, it means I'll have Sei and Curry and Benten and Kitty and Kymmy and Mal and Justin, my sister and her husband and my beautiful niece.
And it means we'll have a house of our own. Only we're ditching the picket fence and putting up a chain link fence big enough our dog won't be able to jump over it.
Man. I'm going to be a homeowner. Knowing what I do about the relationship between homeowners, mortgages, and the economy, I am pretty darn nervous, but I think it will be all right.
It's my last night in Idaho, and I've worked hard, and I'm tired, and we're going to have to get up hellishly early tomorrow, but it will be all right. We're moving on with the next phase of our life, and it's going to be exciting. Now if I could just fall asleep.
