Well, she did it. She moved. She wasn’t supposed to move until this coming weekend, but decided that it was just time to go. So Thursday afternoon I watched her load up her stuff into her U-haul and prepare to abandon me. (I wasn’t “just watching” her because I was being mean and refusing to help. I was keeping her son here at my house so that she wouldn’t have to chase him up and down the street when he escaped through the open door.) I tried to hold her son hostage in order to make her stay. It did not work. Not at all. Then I tried to tell her that I was just going to refuse to say goodbye and then just lay in front of her truck and not let her go. She just gave me a look that said that it wouldn’t work and to stop trying. In the end, I just hugged her as tight as I could, said goodbye and watched her leave. Sounds mature, doesn’t it. Don’t let it fool you. I was a whiny baby the rest of the day and went to bed early to pout.
I think it all hit me this morning when I opened my front door and she wasn’t outside to wave good morning to like we did every morning before school. The thing that makes me smile, though, is that I know she is happy now. I know that she did exactly what she needed to do to take charge of her life and find the peace and happiness that she deserves so much. Besides, I know her email address and phone number so it isn’t like she was able to get rid of me. Oh no, I can become quite the stalker when I want to.
But it still leaves me without my coffee neighbor. And I just brewed a fresh pot. Anyone want to come over for a hot cup of coffee and a plate full of PTA gossip? Both are guaranteed to make you smile.