Getting ready to pack up my backpack with 2 changes of clothes and fly back to Phoenix for a day.
I’d imagine it is going to be weird on a number of different levels:
1. I haven’t seen my house in about 2 months
2. I haven’t seen my dogs in about 2 months
3. I haven’t seen my friends in about 2 months
House wise, i’d expect the place to be in the same condition as we moved into it – totally empty. This was out first home, and I guess technically it still is until we sell it. It will be different to see it stripped of everything. It will also be weird to walk through it with the new family which will be occupying it for the next year. Someone else is going to be calling “The Monster” home.
My little boys… Well, i hope they remember me. I know they will, but wouldn’t it be fucked up if i walked in and they started angrily barking at me? I’d be heartbroken. My plan is to immediately fall to the ground and let them maul me though. That should be nice. It is a little bitter sweet, because i took their sister with me when I left and now she is gone.
My friends! They will be picking me up at the airport and taking me to lunch. That should be a lot of fun, and while I haven’t changed that much (gained about 10 lbs) it will still be a little weird to see them again. I feel guilty leaving them behind, but for the most part talk to them everyday.
