On the Road

Leaving. Rough. I mean . . . really, REALLY rough. Consider two tips I've tried to incorporate into life over the past two weeks:
1. Sunglasses. They hide puffy red eyes.
2. Waterproof mascara.

Two years doesn't sound like a long time, but it is long enough. Long enough to put down roots, to invest in others, to allow them to invest in me. The problem with this investment is that parting is painful. But there is joy - joy in knowing that a sad goodbye means hearts have been touched. I have been BLESSED by friends that feel like family. You know the kind? What a gift!

I wish I had pictures of all those I've left in Charlotte - they are all deserve a tribute. I'll be busy writing cards for the next week. But these dear ones have endured buckets on my part, and sweetly shed many of their own. Roommates - they know the good and the bad, and still love you for it.

(sunglasses)

(Meg goes home to Idaho)

My dad drove for two days to get to Charlotte, pack the van, and hit the road again. Currently we're in Tennessee, anticipating a full day of heading west on Interstate 40 tomorrow. To be honest, all that joy I wrote about above is eluding me . . . parting is such sweet sorrow, but sorrow still!