I am writing this from a lovely suite in a brand new hotel about one block from our old home. We are close to everything familiar and see neighbors and shopkeepers who have become friends and acquaintances over the past years. This is a good way to ease onself out of living in one world and going to live back in another.
Leaving here is hard.
Most likely we will never see these people again and that breaks my heart.
Leaving here is leaving behind places that have become so familiar, I see them in my minds eye, more clearly than the streets and places where I lived prior to this move.
And leaving here is leaving behind 6 years of memories of Pup and his enjoyment of the place and the friends that he helped us make.
Things would have been quite different if we had come here without him.
I would be quite different if we had come here without him.
Last night I wrote goodbye notes to the neighbors who meant so much to us and helped us so much in our early days and who remained friends.
It is easier for me to write these things, I turn into a weepy mess and spoil everyones fun if I say goodbye in person.
Here only my poor husband and the computer have to witness my soggy attempts at thanking people for making our lives so much nicer than they might have been, for being so kind to us and for welcoming us to this place.
The hotel is great. The staff is eager to please and I pride myself as being pretty experienced in the world of hotel stays.
Back in another life, when I lived in California, I spent more time traveling and living in hotels than I did in my house. I used to say that I would be perfectly happy living as little Eloise lived in the Plaza Hotel in NYC.
Today is a day of sightseeing and saying goodbye, so off we go.
I have a nice stock of Kleenex in my bag and I am ready for the day.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."