Michael and I spent our last night in the apartment we have lived in for the last five years. We spent all day getting everything out and tomorrow we turn the keys back in. The cats are confused and probably will be for some time.
We have said goodbye after goodbye after goodbye to family and friends. It's bittersweet. I've received some really cute and sweet going away gifts and cards. My favorite is a homemade mousepad (made out of paper, but it says "mouse pad" on it) with pictures of koalas on it printed from the internet, from my little cousin. One of my students really wanted to give me fruit salad for some reason, but he ended up giving me a tupperware container with two apples, two clementines, and two baby carrots in it because that's all he had. Little did he know produce is the main thing you can't take with you to Australia. The fruit was a good snack to have around while packing up all our stuff, though.
There are some people I feel weird about not saying bye to - the people I see very often but barely know - the ones I see while around the building, on neighborhood walks, or at local businesses. They all know my face and sometimes make small talk. I will just completely disappear out of their life without a trace. I wonder if they will notice; what will they think happened to me?
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