The sands are running out of the North Carolina hourglass, each moment bringing us that much the closer to our final escape.
I make it sound like a giant, state-shaped prison, but that is unfair. Lots of people love this state and I’m sure they don’t need me telling them they are wrong. I can’t even say they are wrong, only that this is not the state for me. Or for my Gamer Girl.
I will totally miss the mild winters. And I will forever and ever miss spring, so lovely, so enchanting, so unbelievably beautiful.
But I will not miss much else.
Saturday we load up two cars, three cats, and a million hopes and hit the road.
No regrets, no shoulda/coulda/woulda-beens, no looking back of any sort. It is all about hope now, and new starts, and fresh everything. We are taking charge of our lives in full and we’ll have only ourselves to blame if life falls short of our expectations.
Which has made the last couple of weeks somewhat odd. Since our house sold, we’ve been living in a hotel (like movie stars!). A suite, three rooms, it is testing the boundaries between being a large hotel suite and a small apartment.
Plenty of space, although it often feels like it is completely filled with cat. They do that to enclosed spaces, the cats, living their cat lives, getting up to cat things, being all cat-busy and underfoot. Two of them just tromped down the stairs and ran past me, playing some cat game or another. They fill the place pretty completely.
But I digress. This is not about the cats or our hotel room. This is about the mental place we are in right now, an unusual in-between space where we haven’t actually left yet but emotionally are already gone.
I work during the week which fills the day, but on the weekends we are free to wander. And we do, checking out new things, but mainly re-visiting places we’ve been before. Going back not to say good bye, but because we have time to spend and we like these places. A special restaurant. An outdoor mall. A theater. A Chinese massage provider. Downtown Raleigh.
Except each time we re-visit somewhere, we leave knowing we won’t be back. “Hey”, one of us will say, “this is the last time we’ll ______” and then fill in the blank with whatever it is we are doing.
A farewell tour, one last stop at the places in town we appreciate, one last go at the best things in Raleigh.
No regrets. Seriously, we can’t wait to move on. But saying goodbye is weird, even when you are saying goodbye to things and places rather than people. And we are doing it a lot.
That adds up to a whole lot of weird.
Come on Saturday, hurry up and get here.
🙂 😀 🙂