It is quite easy to say that our last week in California was different from our first. Week one held large groups, who collectively planned out their journeys to Fairbanks (see you when we see you!), while week two was more focused. We got to spend quality time with individuals, and it felt like the sweetest thing in the world. Salinas, Fresno, San Francisco, Tahoe, Napa---we practically did it all---with one or two close family members or friends by our sides. It's hard to believe we were able to fit so much into such little time. Oddly, saying our goodbyes was more exhausting than one would think.
While food was yummy, and conversations enriching, it became terribly apparent to me just how much I needed time with my husband. Come the second that I had to leave him at the airport, somewhat abruptly I might add, I had basically held things together. Then he said, "I guess I have to go now," as my car sat by the curb, and immediately I forced myself to choke back tears. Goodness, it was worse than deployment. Another departure. Another final hug. Another lonely drive away.
I tell you, though, there's hope.
In a short, short month, I'll be at my new home, and more importantly... I'll be with another part of my heart. I know this time will fade quickly, despite the way it feels. I can't wait to share our hearts with you come that day, showing you how we've been transformed by that snowy land up north. I don't expect any less from that state.
While we wait together, see what our past week has looked like, see what I've seen.