The One Where I Just Need More Time

 

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We are literally in the midst of a move right now. Like homeless really at the moment, while we wait to close on our new house. We have left our house in the Midwest after two years and are working our way back south. While we are originally from the Midwest, my husband and I, three of the four boys were born in the South. And we are really kind of just Southerners at heart. We like the slower pace, the warmer weather, saying y’all and soda, and you don’t have to order Sweet Tea, it just automatically comes that way.

Two years ago we moved to a great little town in Ohio. The kids made good friends, did well in school, got involved in school activities, and husband and I did pretty well too. Two years isn’t much time to put down roots so I didn’t think it would be a hard transition to pack up and leave it all behind.

We created great memories while we were in Ohio. We all learned and grew as people. The job was a great stepping stone for the husband. And I started this little blog. But it wasn’t until it was time to pack up and say goodbye that I realized that I would have liked just a little bit more time…more time to say goodbye, more time to appreciate the friends we made, more time to just take it all in and enjoy. One more baseball tournament. One more dinner with friends. One more Sunday at church. One more walk around the neighborhood with my neighbor. One more glass of wine with my friends. Even one more PTO meeting. Just one more week to take it all in. One more hug goodbye.timeee

And I can’t help thinking about all of the actual tragedies that have occurred over the last couple of weeks. The terrorist attack in Nice. The shootings in Dallas and Baton Rouge. Really just every time I turn on the  news….someone is not coming home to their family.  How much does the family of someone who was killed in Pulse nightclub say, “One more hug. One more I love you. I want more time.”

I am only moving away. We still have Facebook. We can still text. One friend even refused to say goodbye, it was merely a “See ya soon.” I don’t want to feel like I didn’t say thank you enough, or hug my friends enough, or enjoyed the glass of wine enough….

So this time, I am making some Moving Resolutions:

  1. I will not worry so much about the condition of my house, hair, or whatever and will enjoy spending time with my people.
  2. I will be more open to making new friends (this is painful for me, but I will TRY!)
  3. I will remind my “old friends” how much I miss them and how much they mean to me.
  4. I will appreciate every baseball game, every first day of school, and all the “newness” that will come along.

These resolutions will probably last about 10 minutes…And they will not start until I get out of a hotel and into my home!

But to all of my people, PTO people, teacher people, neighbor people, and  baseball people- thank you for being our friends. Thank you for the wine. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for the memories. And, I will see you soon.

 

 

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