So it’s about 8:30 and John is in the shower and I’m just sitting here with this knot in my stomach. My eyes welling up. It’ll be fine but suck at the same time.
I’m a crier.
I’m not good with goodbyes no matter who it is or how long it’ll be until I see them again.
I hate this part of the journey. I don’t feel ready. But is one ever ready?!
It’s about the apprehension of it all. He’s going and I’m going to miss him. I don’t sleep alone very well. But this also forces me to face the fact that I am going to be moving out of the Maritimes myself very soon. It’s something I *know* is happening but until today (especially later today) it never felt real. It was just always this distant thing. But it’s all to real now.
My days are numbered here in the Maritimes. 🙁
Good luck today John and I’ll be thinking about you. Call me whenever you can. I won’t mind. lol I can’t wait to see pictures of our new home.