I hate goodbyes!!!

We've officially moved from San Diego and this time we took our furniture with us. It is so permanent now and that's probably what's making me so sad. Lately I've been a little blue. I don't know how anyone leaves San Diego with out getting a little depressed. I started writing this post a long time ago but couldn't finish it because looking at the pictures of where we started our little family were just too much to bear. I was such a baby the last week of my life in San Diego. I totally avoided phone calls and activities in fear that I would burst in to tears if someone even tried too say goodbye to me. At church I totally lied to everyone and denied that it was my last week in the ward. I am such a coward. I just hate goodbyes and there are so many amazing people in San Diego that I just avoided the whole thing altogether. Packing was a joke. I packed a box and then cried. Then I packed another box, and cried again. It wasn't pretty. I've never really been a fan of change and this just about did me in.

We did all of our favorite things one last time. It's a good thing San Diego is sunny because my sun glasses hid the tears as I said goodbye to Sea World, Shamu, the Gorillas at the San Diego Zoo, Balboa Park, the beach at Coronado, the nature trail behind our house and especially our home for the last two years. I am going to miss walking to the pool or hot tub. I am going to miss riding my scooter to the grocery store with my hair wet from the pool (it feels so good to ride a scooter with wet hair). I'm going to miss our friends. We made so many long lasting friendships during our time in San Diego. I'm going to miss Sadie singing "Shamu Shamu" every morning, afternoon, and night. I'm going to miss throwing rocks during our late evening walks on the trail. I am going to miss the beach!!!! Need I say more.

Sadie asks me EVERYDAY with out fail if we can go see Shamu. I get all misty every time she asks as I tell her Shamu doesn't live by us anymore. She says "I wanna see da shampoo show..can we go to seee wooold". I'm starting too get all choked up again just writing this. We might have to postpone the post until I am a little more stable:-) At the airport I made a complete scene and bawled on Chase's shoulder for a full ten minutes. However, it was kind of like ripping off a band aid. I just cried and cried but once I entered the airport I stopped. There was nothing I could do from that point on. I still get emotional thinking about it but we're excited to venture into a new realm of life in D.C. Wish us luck (and stability:-)