Okay, before I post, I just have to put a disclaimer about my last post. While I am excited that I am fitting into my pre-pregnancy clothes, it isn't THAT much of an accomplishment. I'm talking size 14 jeans. So it's not as if I'm back in my size 6 jeans (like some of my fellow new moms in the area). We all must remember that I wasn't exactly skinny before getting knocked up. :)
Okay, on to goodbyes. This is it. My last week in Louisville. I am so numb. One of my friends pointed out that I'm so worried about Andrew's adjustment, I just haven't got the time or energy to worry about myself right now. I think that's probably accurate to a degree. Also, I'm in complete and utter denial. Truely.
I did finally send out an e-mail to my closest friends here in town to see if they'd like one last night out with the girls. So Thursday should be a real cry-fest. But I know I'd regret it if I left without saying goodbye.
I love Louisville. Growing up in Ohio, I can't believe that I love KY as much as I do. But I love it here. I love the climate, I love the city, I love the way so much is geared towards families, I love the people. The way they drive kind of bugs me. But other than that, I could seriously live here forever and never have one regret. The people in this town welcome you with open arms, and you feel like a native soon after moving here. Love it love it love it.
And so I'm sad. Leaving California was such a triumph. I was sad to leave the friends that I'd made there, but the payoff was so great, it was really an easy sacrifice. Coming to Louisville was coming home. Even though I'd never been here before.
I'm going to miss my friends. I'm going to miss the Ohio river. I'm going to miss big brick houses and seeing people I know everywhere I go. I'm sad Andrew has to leave his school that he loves so much (who would have thought!), I'm sad to lose my girls...for bunco and book club and nights out on the town. I'm sad to say farewell to caring neighbors and the midwest in general.
Most of all...I hate goodbyes. There's just no good way to do it. I don't know when I'll be back in Louisville...I have no family here and we really didn't live here that long. Jeff hates the plant so much, I can't imagine we'll ever be transferred back. -sigh-
On to Philly! I have been pumping up Andrew about making new friends and meeting new teachers and so on and so forth. During one such speech, Andrew looked right at me and said, "Are you happy, Mom?" And I explained that Mommy might cry a little this week, but I am happy. I am happy that I get to take the people I love the most with me, that my husband is smiling again, that as hard as it seems now, I know that we are strong and will do this and hopefully in 18 months, we will feel as settled there are we are here now.
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When I decided to leave NY for MA my mom gave me a pep talk to the effect of "Give it a try, if you don't like it, you can always come home". My response was "You know I'll like it and then I'll have to chose between MA and home." I knew I'd be right! Moving away was the best thing to happen to me-a new attitude, a new outlook on life, a good job, a husband... But the real thing I learned was what "home" meant. It's not where are parents are, its where we feel most comfortable. In my case, home is where Chris and I can be together. As long as the Spurgeons are together, it doesn't matter where the city, neighborhood, or house is. You have a strong family and therefore can call anyplace home.
Love,Moira
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