End is Near

Oh my gosh. What in the world are we doing?
I've counted the boxes a couple of times now and I can't believe that we have boxed up 140+ boxes. We disconnected the washer and drier today. Packed the coffee pot- boy, that really signals the end.
Spring is definately here and I linger around the walkways and the back porch. It's so peaceful here, even though the rush of the freeway is just steps outside the door. Sometimes you don't hear it though. You hear the birds, maybe one lonely car on the street behind the house.
Jim said today that he's always loved the views from our house. It's true. We are up in the trees and watch the birds, the squirrels, the wind rustle leaves. We make coffee, watch the sun come up. Where will we be next?
I'm about to disconnect the computer. My umbilical cord to everyone. Well, here we go. Don't know where we will land. What we will do. What's next.
Wow, are we insane?
Goodbye life that we know, life that we have loved. Goodbye house. Goodbye birds and trees and garden. Goodbye.
I loved you well.

saying goodbye

It's hard to say goodbye. I've had a little too much practice with it lately, but this one, this one is the hardest.
There are so many things that I love about my life in Houston. Yes, I've complained vehemently over the years, the heat, the traffic, the pollution. But my friends are here, my life is here. It's like, we are all in this crazy place together- along with the best mexican food, oddball art events, pleasant spring weather. And my house, this wonderful house.
There is nothing that will shake you out of your complacent shell than to uproot your life, take it elsewhere. I'm glad for our fortitude, for our willingness to push a little harder, make life a little more exciting and move out of Houston to something, somewhere that we idealize and hope will bring us new adventures. But all of the looking forward, all of the new dreams can't take place until we say goodbye here.
And I have just never had to feel such a sorrowful, all encompassing bittersweet goodbye to so many things, to so many friends, to a house i love, and to clients that i would rather keep.
So, if I just pass it all over and I don't seem to be able to utter a goodbye to you, know that in my heart of hearts I love you more than I can even say and I find it just too dang painful and that I would rather remember my sweet times with you, hold you dear to me and in my heart. I will never let go of you. You are the sweetest part of me.
I hope I am making the right decision.