This is the part of a big move that I hate. . .the part where the packing is done and the house is empty and big projects are wrapped up, and now it's just the goodbyes. While I still have things to do, the big things are done and behind us, and the stillness now is making me sad. I am not sad for myself, to be frank. While we have many friends here, I know I will see the people I like again, so it is not breaking my heart to leave, for myself.
But my heart is breaking a little. It's the girls. And SB is still a bit too young to have those tight attachments, although she has a little posse of girls at her preschool. No, it's Miss M that is making me tear up. We just wrote three notes (handwriting homework from school), and in each she asked the little girl to visit us in our new city. Which is unlikely to happen. And it makes me so very sad that she's been in her school for the last year and a half, and she's made all of these friends, and she is thriving, and she is happy, and now we must go.
The teacher just sent an email to her classmates, telling them they will host a going away party for her at school on her last day, and asking each child to bring in $2 so they can purchase a going away gift for her. It's so thoughtful, and I'm so touched. . .and just so...sad. I am bawling as I write this. I love beginnings, but I hate the endings, and watching Miss M say goodbye to the life she has known for the last few years is way harder than I imagined when I took this job a couple of years ago.