Davita got on a plane on Friday.
Sally leaves tonight.
People are moving out of state like it’s going out of style, and it’s causing me to consider my own impending journey.
The thing is, I have never cried during a move. Not once, though I’ve made a major move 5 times in the last 10 years. And I’m pretty sure I can guarantee that I will cry at some point during this transition. Whether before or during or immediately after, I can’t say. But I know it will happen.
Somebody once told me that if leaving here is difficult it means I’ve lived well. And if having lived well means I’m going to miss what I leave?
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.