Say goodnight and go. December 30, 2006
I should be better at this by now.
This was the fifth year in a row we’ve gone to Texas for Christmas. We are very lucky to have jobs that allow us to travel for a couple of weeks over the holidays, and we always get a lot of good family time in.
But somehow, it’s never enough.
I can’t leave my parents’ house without crying. I have to take last, long, sentimental looks at the Christmas tree, the fireplace, the butterfly wall. I have to get big fat hugs from everyone.
I know that the ten hour drive settles my emotions, and once we’re back to Nashville I can get back in the groove with little trouble. But the day before we leave I start to feel it in the back of my throat, and by the time we’re packing up I am a mess.
You would think I’d be an old pro at this by now. I know it’s going to be hard, but I also know I’ll see them again soon. I know that life in Nashville is good and we’re happy here. It’s always too long between visits with our family, but we make it.
But the actual walking away and leaving is HARD.
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Well, but the very bit about being hard is probably a good thing. Consider how many folks we both know who don’t have all the blessings that draw such emotions. Don’t think of yourself as a mopey, overly-emotional sentimentalist; instead, count it a blessing to have deep relationships and attachments that move you to such emotions.
Oh good Im not alone. I cried a ton the night before we left too. Packing, everyone wondered what was wrong, IM SAD! JUST SAD!