Friday night we had a fantastic get together with some friends at one of the old haunts. It was great to see all those faces. I tried my best to enjoy each moment with every single person, rather than slink into a corner to think about how much I want to stay behind and ensure this is not our last hurrah. And I did. I caught up, discussed, hugged, and photographed all our friends and lost track of time until last call. And despite our move being one of the evening's main topic of conversation I don't think I felt the familiar pang at its mention. At least not until we walked into the house and were immediately confronted by the sight of piled up boxes.
Sunday my family came over for lunch. As we fended off questions about cowboy hats and gun control, it occurred to me how much everyone's perceptions of Texas were based on the same stereotypes I'd based mine on. And how terrible they sounded coming out of someone else's mouth. (Note to self: rethink stance on Southerners. And East Coasters. And....well everyone.)
So the first round of goodbyes is over. And it was....tough. Although mine are still weeks away, I can't help but think how hard it will be when these meetings mean goodbye for me.
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