The Lasts…

At some point in every move you get to “The Lasts.” Depending on how long you have before you move this can be a long drawn out process or it can fly by. Our packers come a week from tomorrow, so we are firmly in the lasts at this location.

 

Some lasts are great! Like…

 

The last time you have to deal with the horrible traffic on that road you hate.

 

The last time you’ll get woken up way too early by the random train whistle.

 

The last time you have to wait in a huge line at the base pharmacy.

 

The last time you have to deal with the annoying parents in the school pickup line! Woohoo!

 

Some lasts are bittersweet…

 

The last time you’ll eat lunch at your favorite restaurant.

 

The last time you’ll see the flowers you planted in your back yard blooming.

 

The last time you’ll take a bath in the bathroom you adore.

 

The last night you’ll sleep in the house your family has lived in longer than any other.

 

And some lasts just damn near break your heart…

 

The last time you’ll have coffee with a group of friends who have been a breath of sanity in the chaos of your life.

 

The last time you’ll have dinner with a family that’s become part of your family.

 

The last time you’ll volunteer at a place that has given you infinitely more than you have given it.

 

The last time you’ll have this particular version of your life.

 

The Lasts at one location lead to the Firsts at another, so they can’t be all bad. But I’ll be glad when they’re done.

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