Goodbye

These last days have just been one big blur… home to Kingston, cleaning, packing, a visit from the Shulists, Canada Day at Grass Creek park, Meaghan and Nami… They stayed over, we kept cleaning, time downtown on Thursday, home, more cleaning, more packing, then gone again, the night at Nami’s, home, the last part of packing, then goodbye. There’s a stranger living in my house and I’m in Ottawa, and I can’t be around my family or I start to cry. I cry anyway.

The moments with Nami stand out the most… lying on the bed and talking… watching a movie on the armchair… watching the fireworks… our last night together. Saying goodbye felt like I was cutting away my roots. If she’d asked me to stay, I wouldn’t have been able to say no. Lucky for me, she’s not selfish – although it’s hard to see the good side of it now. I miss her.

As of 4:30 this afternoon, I’m officially homeless, in transit, and leaving behind everything I know.