I have been very emotional this past week or so. With the current condition of my Mom, and one of my BFF leaving New York for good, it’s just too much to take.
Last Sunday, my friend and her family together with me and my husband took our last meal together. Yes, I consider it as the last meal for now, until we see each other again; who knows when that will be. Since Monday, I have been going back and forth from their house to collect every single thing that I’m interested in, from plants, unopened spices (tons of them, as she is an avid cook) to all the little knick knacks that they can’t bring with them. Their house is up for rent and although they left all the furniture intact, they had to ensure that all their personal belongings were disposed of. Salvation Army came to pick up all the goods for goodwill.
They acquired a beach front property in Brazil and they are now going to start a new life in a totally different world. My friend is from there, but her husband is a true blue American who was born and raised in New York. After months of shuttling back and forth (Brazil and New York) and sending off all their belongings through cargo, everything is now in place and it is now the perfect time to move on.
I’m not good with goodbyes. As they finally left today, and I got the final goodbye phone call, I found myself sobbing in between doing my laundry earlier. It’s tough!