Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Uncomfortable Week

This is the last week of my stay in the US (by the time I post this I'll be flying to LA).  And it's terrible.   Like when I said goodbye to Bobo; after we'd paddled in a pond that we've been canoeing in since I was 15 and after we'd gotten ice cream at the place where we always get ice cream and after we played tennis in the place we always played tennis...and as we hugged for the 5th time I realised things can never and will never be the same.  Not that our friendship has changed - she gets completely and I cannot and will not think about that ever NOT being the case - but that things will just be different.  We got in our separate cars and I mimed tears.  And as I pulled away from the tennis court the real sobs came.

Everyday there will be something like this...some thing that will be never the same...the last time for a long time...animals may pass may pass away...Babies will grow up...Puppies will turn into dogs...I'll miss it.

Yes, it's hard to enjoy the last week home, it makes me doubt everything.


  1. When you get to LAX you'll practically be able to throw a rock at me but resist the temptation to do so.

  2. Awww!! I miss you! And things will never be the same. But I don't think in a bad way, because I will ALWAYS get you.. Shed nary a tear about it! I'm coming to OZ at some point, if it's the last thing I do!

  3. Will - I managed to survive one trip to LAX without a rock thrown in your direction! Hopefully tomorrow I can resist the urge again.

    Becky - I know. you'll totally come to oz if its the last thing I DO.