Leaving Home

I always feel a tug at my heart when I leave home. And it doesn’t matter if it’s for a few days or weeks. Though seven weeks feels like a long time. Haven’t had a trip like this since college.

Which was a few years back. 😛

The hard part is leaving my dog. I love Emerson more than cheese and bacon. And I won’t be able to snuggle with him for 7 weeks.

Then separation anxiety starts. Not just his, but mine.

I get all teary-eyed and walk down the hallway, thinking I won’t walk this hallway until September.

I’ll miss my chats with Mom. Making porkchops for Dad. Wednesday outing with Grandma. Girl time with Linds. Cookouts at the Aunt’s.

Little things.

I hate goodbyes. So I’ll see you soon and think of you often.

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2 Responses to Leaving Home

  1. berry says:

    I am sure they miss you more.

    • Probably. I find it harder to be left than to leave. When you remain, the memories and the ghosts linger. When you leave you get to start fresh and you are in totally new places with memories to be made.

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