Growing up in Moab my only option for learning a foreign language in HS was to take Spanish. I remember one particular lesson that occurred during my Junior year. We were required to discuss our families. I mentioned that I was one of three sisters. My maiden name is Weeks, so me and my two sisters were the tres semanas hermanas. I have spent a lot of time today thinking about that little moment from what feels like eons ago. The simple answer is the fact that I am packing up everything in exactly three weeks from today to make our move.
I am a bit overwhelmed, and I am a whole lot tired, but I really know that what my husband and I are doing is the right thing. It is just hard because as is often the case things are cropping up to complicate my emotions and surety. For instance, my current university is suddenly offering a couple of full time positions in my department, which is EXACTLY what I have been waiting for during the last three years. Nonetheless I know we should still move. That is just the biggest of the slew of things that have happened to make the move seem like a ride down the road of insanity.
On the bright side of things, I spent a great afternoon with my best friend R, who I will miss deeply. She read me one of the stories she is working on. I try not to think about moving away from R and her little family. Her little one is such a light of joy ... I can't imagine having to give up my weekly foray into feminine insanity with the two of them.
Nonetheless I will enjoy being close to my sister and best friend K, who is pretty much a sister too. I don't want those I love in Texas to think I am not excited. I am. I just need a little time to grieve all I am giving up to start this new life. I will probably spend the first month in Tex writing extensive recovery poetry, after which I hope to write something that will actually be worth reading.
Ok, I need to quit this writing at late hours. I am not a kid anymore, and my drooping eyelids are reminding me of the truth of it all. More later, hopefully before the move.
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I was just re-reading a Robert Fulghum book, and thought "I remember Stacy & Sherrie telling me he spoke at their Graduation" and then IN THAT BOOK he talked about that particular graduation--and the streaker! (It has always seemed like a bad idea to streak in a small community, where all anybody has to do is look around and see who is missing...)
Good luck on your moving adventure! I am praying for you!
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