For several weeks now, I've been saying goodbye. A lot. It started back in September when two dear friends threw a farewell for me, thinking I was moving to Florida. Then there were the countless encounters, where I didn't know if I was going to see that person again any time soon. Then Alaska happened, and things got real. Sometimes I'd have a "final goodbye" and then see someone and have to say farewell… again. It has put me in a position where I'm all cried out, done missing people, and I'm entirely. Completely. Unequivocally.
This morning I woke up and thought "two." It gave me butterflies. Two days? Really? I must be dreaming. But I'm so ready. My mind is ready. My heart is ready. So I'll let those winged creatures flutter if it means they'll aid me through the airs of North America, Pacific, and the best (I've decided) of the North West. This time next week, except some changes to have happened in my life. :)
Oh and pie. Mom and daughter (but mostly mom) baking time was had today. It was lovely, and so so sweet. Despite errors of substitution. :) There's evidence of said pie over on my Instagram.