Mere hours until we embark on the next leg of this journey. Mere hours until we load that U-Haul and get rolling. After a weekend of out-of-the-U-Haul, then into-the-storage unit, I fly back for my last week in Indiana.
As I transition, I just want to finish well. I just want to finish with grace. Graceful.
My heart just bursts for those around me, and I want them to know that. Mr. S. hits roadblocks and keeps working in spite of it all, and I’m so proud of him, and I want him to know that. This community has meant more to me than words can say, and I want to communicate that.
I want to do it all. I want to do it gracefully.
And then there’s the matter of returning. I want to return well. I’m afraid of bridges burned and ties strained and connections severed. I want to get connected and dig deep roots and bloom and love big.
I can only hope for my newest neighbors to look gracefully towards me. Much baggage I bring, much baggage I will unpack.
Linking up with Lisa Jo’s Five Minute Friday again this week.