When you know you're not going to stay someplace forever, you view the place differently. Madison has always been a fun sort of adventure, and yet we (or at least I) never truly allowed myself to settle in here. And yet, it still feels like home. Five years-half a decade!-in a place and of course it is going to become familiar, you get settled into routines. I have my grocery store and my doctor and the kids have their school, we know our way around, have favorite places and don't even get me started on our favorite restaurants. Things have happened while we've been here. I moved here one week and one day after we got married, I've had three jobs here, Tyson earned his PhD, we've lost two grandparents, one cousin, one of our dads had cancer, the other had open-heart surgery, and we've had two babies.
And even though this has all been temporary-we knew that Madison would be temporary-it's weird and strangely emotional when the "last" week is here.
The last time at the playground.
The last time at this restaurant.
The last time at this coffee shop.
The last time at the library.
The last time shopping at this store.
The last time going to this school, to this church, seeing these people. Yikes.
It's a different move than graduating high school, than leaving college. Everyone else is dispersing at the same time. So many of the things and people we know are staying and making their lives right here. We're what's different, what's changing.
And as excited as we are for this new stage, new adventure, new home, and soon-to-be new baby, what I'm trying to say is...we're really going to miss you, Madison.
And as excited as we are for this new stage, new adventure, new home, and soon-to-be new baby, what I'm trying to say is...we're really going to miss you, Madison.