We are now at T minus seven days til we roll out of Saskatoon. Things are busy. Saying goodbye can be emotionally tiring. It almost makes me look forward to actually being out of Saskatoon just so I can get on with the work of adjusting and not spend every single day realizing how much I will miss people. Is missing a friend better than the anticipation of missing a friend? I don’t know.
I am missing blogging but I feel like I don’t have the mental energy to devote to writing about anything besides moving. And that gets kind of boring after a while. I am really hoping to be able to pick up with this again after we get settled in London.
But here is something for some amusement from Dooce because it reminded me of something my daughter would say:
One of Leta’s favorite ways to pass the time these days is to recite the age of everyone she knows. She loves to tell me that I am 31, that Daddy is 41, and that Chuck, he is five, and that is not very many. Whenever we ask her if she is tired she will shake her head like she can’t believe she has to explain this to us again and say, “No, I’m not tired. I’m THREE!” As if three is the opposite of tired. I’ll tell you what three is. Three is the opposite of A DISTINCTLY LIKABLE HUMAN BEING.
I wouldn’t say that last sentence is necessarily true. At least not all the time. But it’s still funny because all parents can relate to that feeling.
April 23rd, 2007 at 4:48 pm
Well, if it’s any consolation, you’re not the only one depressed about the move…we feel the same way you do.
-J.B.