Morning breaks misty and cool in Orono. Feels like summer is really winding down now. Mark and I are starting to tell our family and friends about our news, and just trying to honor and be with everyone's reactions. We both find it hard (especially he) to disappoint anyone, to make anyone feel bad because of choices we're making. But to live a true life, to honor your own passions and desires you sometimes will ruffle feathers of those who wish that things would stay the same.
Anticipation of our move is sitting right at the top of my chest...it's a palpable mixture of fear, excitement, sadness and exhilaration.
I've started 4 lists--this is what I do--I don't know another way to plan, keep track of a thousand details, keep it all together. Mark thinks its cute, but I know it's a survival skill.
It's going to be hard to say goodbye to mom this morning when we drive back to CT. Even though Boulder is a 51/2 hour plane trip from Bangor and West Hartford is a 61/2 hour drive from Bangor, it feels like we'll be so much farther away. Which we will be, geographically. We're going to try to use our gadgets faithfully to stay in good touch. Mom is--always has been--a stalwart supporter of us kids, and I love her for that. We're already planning her first trip out!
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