Closing in
Written by hootenannie on December 14th, 2009We are down to single digits: I am moving in 9 days.
And yes, I have Christmas parties 6 of the next 9 nights. I might run out of outfits.
That said, posting may be light until after I get to Colorado. I don’t want to miss out on a single moment of Nashville until I have to. The thought of leaving these friends of mine – the ones I just tried to list by name and then had to stop because it would have been too long to read – keeps me awake at night.
I want to love on these people who have loved me for two years. I want to write them each letters and tell them exactly why I appreciate them, exactly why I am going to miss them so much my heart might dissolve. I want to sit face to face with them, and hear their voices. I want to hug them while I can still touch them. I want to take pictures with them, to capture this sliver of time that is flying by much too quickly. I want to let them know that I believe in them, that I want good things for them – that, quite simply, I adore them.
Nashville, get ready for some lovin’.
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You are SO BEAUTIFUL…
(And shit! I better get my little package sent to you TODAY!!!)
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That was incredibly sweet. Enjoy your last few days before this pause in your Nashlife :).
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Just hug me.
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Oh, Annie. These things are hard. I felt the same before I left Oxford in 2008. Prayers coming your way.
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Aww that was a precious tribute to your Nashvillers. I have to say I am rather jealous because I am about to leave a place I have been for 4 years and I am not quite so sentimental. I always say I’d rather hurt and miss then not miss and not care!
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This is absolutely me every one of the four times I’ve made major moves in the last 6 years. I try to write down names and descriptions of every person I’m going to miss. I try to write everyone of them letters. (I even tried to just write letters and make copies for myself.) I put off every single thing in favor of spending ANY time with ANY person I care ANYthing for. I pack at the last minute. I get really sad. It’s heartbreaking, but in a way that makes you realize how full your heart has become.