Saturday, May 18, 2013
I'm terrible at them. I either don't cry or I cry too much. I either am laughing and making it seem like it won't tear my heart a bit to leave OR I'm blubbering too much, snot dripping down my face and people are wondering if I'm going to be okay.
I do not like goodbyes.
There is so much to say and to do... so many last moments and before I know it they have all passed me by and I didn't relish in the beauty of those moments.
Life has not happened like I thought it would. It has been harder in ways I couldn't have predicted and a HUGE blessing in other ways.
I have lived in California longer than any other place minus my childhood home. Isn't that crazy? It's a bit sad to me to be honest. I didn't think I would be in California for a long time and I had a hard time adjusting so I pretty much rebelled against putting down any sort of roots for the first two (maybe more) years. But then life happens. And babies happened. And plural amounts of babies were not part of my plan. Thank the Lord because I am forever changed and blessed by them. But in the unpredictability of said plural amounts of Love Bugs I was in a good way forced to put roots down and appreciate the little roots that had grown in my heart without my knowing.
And I prayed at the beginning that I would cry leaving this place because although I couldn't see it and didn't think it would happen, I wanted to be sad to leave the place that was so hard to get used to. I've never felt like such a foreigner in my own land and never so out of place and out of sync and like... a nerd in a place quite like I have living in California.
California has dug up the ugly parts of my heart and for that I hated it.
But now I am sad to be leaving it. Weird, how that happens huh?
California, thank you for changing me.