The Final Goodbye

I know we said there would be a goodbye party for both Dane and I in September, but (as things often do) plans have changed. Our lease is up the end of August. Dane is limited on the amount of time he can take off so I will be the one to pack up the house and drive out of here. He will be here next month but only long enough for me to pick him up at the airport and drive out to Moab. Then he will be here July 1st, again only long enough for me to pick him up and the airport then ride our bikes out of town and up to Washingtion. So pretty much for all our friends, this is the last time they will see Dane unless they fly up to Seattle. Which you know how that is, that's the "I'll believe it when I see it" type thing. When emotions are flying and beer is in the tummy, people (especially me) tend to say things that they might not be good for. Cite reference two weeks ago when I told a friend that if her husband couldn't make it to London with her this September, I'd be her plan B. Well, it looks like I might be going to London. I laugh because I was totally buzzed hard core when I offered my participation and I figured she was too and it would be one of those things you guys just forget about but no, she remembered and she's willing and excited to take me. Hey, $650 for a trip to London, who wouldn't go?!?!

So the depression of Dane leaving, packing the house, leaving my friends and family, and trying to find a new job is settling in. I actually left work early yesterday because I was so nauseous (and slightly hungover). Everytime I look at the house, all I can think of is how labor intensive it's going to be to pack everything up. I'm getting rid of a lot of our stuff, which will be depressing too. I love my stuffed animals, but I don't know what I'd do with them for the rest of my life and I can't justify taking them with me. *heavy sigh* Then there's Isis's stuff. I'm not ready to even go through it, so I will just take it with me, it's already packed away in tupperware cartons. Then there's Dane's stuff, the cats, the long drive I will be taking. But if Peck could do it on her own, then so can I! I look forward to seeing everyone tonight, it should be a fun hoorah.