Our driveway, our yard, our home-that-was.
8: Semesters of College
11: Months of Beauty School
2: Years of Blogging
2: Homes--Grandma and Grandpa's (2008-2010), and my home with Angel (2010-2014)
3: Times our car broke down within a few miles from home and had to be towed
9: Cats-- Amoxicillin, Morphine, Narcan, Morphine 2, Narcan 2, Clyndamycin, Clyndamycin 2 Penicillin, Pipperacillin Tazobactam
3: Vacations with Angel: Kentucky Honeymoon, Minnesota Trip, Malaysia trip
2: Vacations without Angel: A trip out west to Wyoming, and DisneyWorld
5: Trips to Texas to visit family (twice by plane, 3 times by car)
5: TV shows we got slightly addicted to and watched every single episode of: The Office, Downton Abbey, Sherlock, Psych, Once Upon a Time
3: Wedding anniversaries: 1st: celebrated at Craig's Cruisers Arcade, 2nd: at Great Wolf Lodge, 3rd: with a much-belated weekend in Chicago
Countless: bonfires and parties with friends and family, movie nights on the couch, bike rides down country roads, visits to the beach, sledding in the backyard, shoveling snow, cooking quesadillas with my husband, going to Bible study with friends
I honestly thought that I wouldn't feel sad when the day came for us to leave Michigan. Out of all of the places I've lived, it took me the longest to adjust to this place when I arrived here in 2008.
However, now that the time has come, now that it's real, even though I'm so excited to go, I have my moments of sadness. They come when I'm driving down a very familiar street, when I suddenly realize that where I'm going, there are not yet any familiar streets. They come when I'm awkwardly saying goodbye to someone I love--giving them a quick hug and trying to imagine that I'll see them again soon...but knowing that it won't actually be soon.
After 6 years here, I guess it's expected that I've grown a little attached to my place. No, I never saw Angel and I settling down in the farmhouse where we've lived--but still, it's the house we arrived home to for the first time together on the evening of our wedding. It's the house where I fell off ladders as I embarked on my quest to paint each room a different color of the rainbow. I always knew it wouldn't be home for very long, but it has been our home, and now it's not, not anymore.
A couple years from now, we won't be able to take a little drive and show our kids the place on the lawn of our college campus where "Mommy and Daddy first met." I am going to miss seeing my little cousins regularly and being a part of their lives as they grow up. We won't get to meet up with our college buddies every couple months anymore.
I'm so happy to go. I have no doubt that this is precisely what Angel and I ought to do with our lives. But that doesn't stop the little pang of sadness that always comes with leaving.
I was wrong. I thought that leaving Michigan would be the easiest thing I've ever done. I've had some not-so-good times here--my freshman year of college and beauty school and every single never-ending winter among those times. This hasn't been the easiest place for me to fit in. But I got used to being an oddball, and I thank God that I will miss this place a little--that alone shows that there was plenty of good stuff mixed in with the bad. I think it shows that my years here haven't been a waste--I very much hope that some of the people I'm leaving behind will miss me, too.
With Michigan, I know it's never a permanent goodbye. I'll always have family here, and that means I get to come back again someday. But when we do come back, it'll be for short trips and visits, not a permanent stay...it'll be different. The Michigan countryside that I've grown pretty familiar with isn't ever going to be my everyday view ever again. I knew I was going to miss my family and friends--saying goodbye is always the hardest part of going anywhere new, but I must say, I'm surprised at how hard this goodbye is to say.