Farewell

It is moving day! Rather, it is moving day #2. Yesterday I, along with the much appreciated help of a few others, took some things to the house. Today I will pack up my remaining worldly possessions and make the final transition. It is with mixed emotions that I say farewell to many creature comforts that I have grown so accustomed to.

Farewell to groceries magically appearing in the refrigerator.

Farewell to dad always checking up on my car and servicing it for free in the driveway.

Farewell to elaborate dinners spread before me with no effort on my part.

Farewell to sharing a bathroom with a filthy guy. (It's not that my brother is filthy, it's his habits that are filthy).

Farewell to strange odors thinly masked by incence which test the gag reflexes. (Simply filthy).

Farewell to overhearing a constant Spanish study session by my parents. (I really am proud of them).

Farewell to having someone around to talk to or laugh with most of the time.

Farewell to LOST nights in (my old) town.

Farewell to intense kickboxing with Heather.

Farewell to my workout buddies at the Y.

I have many new things to say hello to that surpass the farewells however:

Hello to choosing what food I will buy and eat.

Hello to new friends and activities.

Hello to my own schedule that doesn't clash with someone else's schedule.

Hello to entertaining friends in my own place.

Hello to talking out loud to myself without anyone evesdropping on the conversation! ;-)

Hello to the satisfaction of budgeting my money and surviving!

Hello to never again explaining why I am still living with my parents. (At least I hope never again).

I'm sure there will be many more things I will say hello to in my new life, but because it is just beginning I have no idea what they are yet! The only things I refuse to say farewell to are my friends and my family. These two treasures I take with me wherever I go.