All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." -Anatole France
Anatole couldn't have said it better. "Lasts" are required to usher in "firsts." I know that many beginnings are just around the bend for [ED], but it's a little hard to swallow that some things are ending. It's bittersweet--more sweet than bitter, but in the moment I think we typically feel more bitter than sweet. This past weekend I ([E]) packed up all my belongings that have accumulated over the last 6 years and took it to my parents' house in the SCV. It's my last week in Long Beach, and I really FEEL it--tears, longing looks down familiar streets, and yeah--more tears. [ED] dreams of potentially living in the LBC one day, but for now--we hold our hands open to whatever God has for us next.
The bright side: The next time I get a U-Haul, it will be to load up my stuff into a place where my husband (come October 15th--whoa!) and I will be able to call our first home. Holy mackerel.
* Eyes closed, deep exhale, big smile breaks across my face*