Today

One week from today I will be "busting a move" as I have now official termed this transition.

6 days from today, all my stuff will be put in its summer locations, and we will see how well my color coordinated move works.

5 days from today, Madre and Padre will arrive in the 'ham, my stuff must be packed and there will be dreamcakes, a reward for perseverance!

Today I said goodbye to my sunday school class, I have taught at this church for about 2 years. So the kids in my class I've seen for 2 years, I've watched them go from toddlers learning to walk to potty training and speaking in complete -ish sentences. I managed not to cry until I got to my car in the parking deck. The same cannot be said about the rest of this weeks goodbyes. It's hard to believe that I will not be there next week.

2 days ago today, I said goodbye to my precious class. I loved teaching them and seeing how much they learned in our short time together.

Tomorrow, I've got to get my act together and make my "mountain of progress," aka boxes that are packed, grow from a tiny hill into a true mountain... I CAN DO THIS.

I'm avoiding a few goodbyes and can't let myself leave them until 4 days from today, because that day is already going to be hard enough. I cry when I think about 4 days from today.

The moral of this post can best be summed up by Michael Scott, "t-shirt idea, goodbye's stink." I'm excited about the road ahead of me, I'm excited to meet new people, and have new experiences... but man leaving a place you've called home for 6 years isn't fun. I have a family here, a community. Birmingham, I have loved, you. I have learned a lot, and grown a lot. I became a real grown up here. This is the first place I lived on my own. I'm glad I've had the separation from my beloved Samford, or this week would be terribly sad. But I must find a new disney world campus, full of happy memories, and friendly faces. I can do this, I will do this, but I will also shed a few tears as beginnings are often scary. I am reminded of when I was headed to London and I knew no one I was going with. And the emotions I felt as I began that journey and as I look back on that week leading up to my plane ride, I think of my London family and the love we have for each other now and all the good that semester put into my life.