I said goodbye to Paul today. Not a forever goodbye, but an ‘I’ll see you in October and in the mean time you’ll find us an apartment in India and I’ll pack up the house’ type of goodbye.
I pretty much said goodbye to my job today. The woman they hired is totally capable, and though I thought I’d be working through the end of the month, it’s silly for them to pay me for doing nothing (and it’s boring as H. E. Double Hockey Sticks!). So though it really is a forever goodbye as far as my paycheck goes, I hope I’ll still have a relationship, albeit a different one, with some of my co-workers.
I’m on the verge of starting a whole new chapter in my life and the reaction I’ve gotten from family and friends is varied…
“I’m going to miss you.”
“You’re crazy!”
“I wish I could do something like that!”
“You’ve got balls!”
“I’m going to miss you, but I get your furniture!” (@ Shelia: FYI It’s stained with awesome sauce.)
“What will you do there?”
“Is it safe to live there?”
“Do they even have toilet paper over there?”
“Did I tell you that I’ll miss you?”
With every telling of this news…this news that yes I am indeed moving to India, I’ve had to remain calm and matter-of-fact. It’s not that I’m making light of it, it’s just that it is so enormous a morsel to swallow that I have to break it up a bit...and choke it down with a stiff drink
It goes without saying that I will miss everyone. I will miss my parents and children and grandchildren. Though I will still be coming back several times a year, it’s not quite the same as seeing them at least every other weekend.
I will miss talking to my two best friends; the one that told everyone else before me about her breast cancer because…because…because I don’t know. Because it was hard to worry her best friend and better to keep it to her self. Because she is a stubborn Taurus, like me, and thought it better to carry the burden than share it and worry me…and the other who married and had children young just like me. The one who I could bare my soul to and vice-a-verse…and have and always will.
To some it may seem a bit crazy and ballsy to move to a foreign country when you’re in your late forties, but it’s my
Sometimes you have to turn north in order to go south. Paul
Sometimes you have to shake it up a bit and turn it upside down. Me
Sometimes it’s Hello, Goodbye. The Beatles
“You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello”
6 comments:
I gotta hand it to you... I don't know as if I'd be able to do what you'll be doing.
Also, did you get my e-mail response about your offer a few weeks back?
Well, you ain't gone yet so we still have time for coffee or beer or whatever.
I'll see you soon - as soon as we get this Grannie thing all settled - I have a CD of pictures for you.
And now I'm crying.
Thanks for that, bitch.
I think it's great that you're going. What a great adventure! Will you have internet to sometimes post here? I'd love to hear about itwhen you get the chance.
This will be an awesome adventure. I look forward to reading about how it goes. Good luck!
I'm happy for your adventure, but damn I miss you already and you did not even leave yet. I love you!!
Don't go,take me with you, lets get drunk and eat fatty foods.
BFFFFFFF
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