It was like the freedom bug caught a hold of us…our sanity was going to be saved in Charleston, SC. At the time I decided to go on this little adventure I hadn’t realized what a huge impact these lovely ladies would have on my life. Three years later none of us lives within a state of each other. None of us lives in the same time zone….we all still have a piece of beauty, comfort and laughter that will forever stay with us. And photos. Ohhh, the photos.
I was the first to move and at the time I didn’t realize how much I as walking away from…I silently cried under the moonlit sky on our trek down the 520 to the Augusta Airport. How was I going to weather standing at the side of a park, tell my son that no…D and J would not be there. How would I fare running those 8 miles alone, with no one waiting for me when I got done. What about the birthday parties? The lunches together? (my god…Oregon didn’t even have a Chick Fil-A) Starting businesses? Fixing computers? Learning photography? CAMPING. Oh, dear me… the Camping. (that was an adventure). I could do it…I just had to get out there. Meet those people waiting for me in Oregon.
I ventured out one morning when I found my self alone with the boys. School and work had started for everyone else around me and I “had to get out”. I picked a park recommended for it’s breathtaking views and arrived with the intention to “make friends”. As I stood at the park alone, chilled breeze brushing my hair and the green hills poking the sky, the beauty…the loneliness…took my breath away. Two weeks had gone by and it hit me like a sneeze in a silent room. Life…motherhood in particular…would never be the same.
I’ve done o.k.
but, as Melissa so simply put it. I miss us.