Oh, she'll be back up from time to time to get more of her stuff and bring it down, but her place of primary residence is shifting down south. Most of her stuff is still here, and there will be moving truck-ness happening in the not so distant future, and I'm sure I'll be going down to KC at some point in the not-so-distant future.
Most of me is excited for her, because it's a real adventure, a new chapter in her life. I know on some level she's terrified, but I also know that will pass. There is a part of me that is sad, because it marks the final phase in the passing of a relationship that lasted for twelve years. I suppose in a way it's not final because we still are friends and will keep in contact, but there is a finality to this day like no other.
I do have other important things happening today. There is work on the car, there is a dance recital that I'm hoping to get to this evening, I need to get to the drugstore and pick up a swath of prescriptions.
But behind it all, there is a sense of sadness. The house will be empty again. Not entirely, as it is full of critters, but I'm back to being a sort-of hermit, a role into which I fall all too easily.
I should watch that trend and try to counter it. I know I want to be more social and actually be with people, and I know I'll be having people over to the Big Broken Box™ before too much longer.
But not today.
