(a photo with Chrissy because long roadtrip convos with Chrissy make me brave)
Generally, the only time I voluntarily wake up early is if I have a plane to catch or a road trip to take. In these cases, I am too excited to sleep. The only other exception to my don't-make-me-leave-my-bed-unless-the-house-is-on-fire-and-only-if-it's-a-big-fire attitude usually fall into the I'm-too-anxious-to-sleep-and-my-mind-is-racing category.
I haven't slept past 6:30 or 7am in several days.
Of course, this often necessitates afternoon naps. I think I could marry afternoon naps if this marriage equality movement really takes off. The reason for my early rising falls into the last category listed above: my mind is very full lately and turns on the minute my eyes crack open.
But this blog post is about goodbyes, not mornings.
I am not one for goodbyes. I think this is because I am not a formal person, and goodbyes always have a tinge of stiffness to them. I'm prone to slipping out the side doors of parties and avoiding send-offs and final farewells. I think I just prefer my last interactions with people to be the real, everyday deal. These thoughts woke me up at 7am this morning, as I knew my coworkers were headed to work and I was not. A particular kind of sadness gripped me somewhere in the heart region and settled heavy in my chest.
But really, I'm glad that my last interactions with my work friends involved Star Trek discussions while they chowed down on Taco Bell and played the office arcade. The real, normal stuff. I wouldn't have wanted cake and speeches and parting words. It's just not my way.
And now I'm off to work on saying goodbye to my condo, which is an entirely unglamorous process that involves scraping velcro off the wall. Don't worry, the aforementioned afternoon nap is definitely in the cards today :)
What's your take on goodbyes?