Flood of Tears

The day arrived.  I had to say goodbye to my mom and pop today.  They headed back to Texas early this morning.  It came several days early because of the whole moving problem.  Unfortunate for me and the moving company they decided to delay the arrival of my furniture by a week.  Anger does not fully describe my feelings towards the company.  So mom and pop decided to go back to Texas early instead of sitting here doing nothing.  They will fly back after my things arrive and help me get settled. 

Hugging and kissing them and then watching them drive away was probably the hardest thing I have ever done.  Standing on the balcony, watching their car disappear I felt alone for the first time.  I cried for awhile.  Deep crying that comes from the heart of you.  I knew it would be hard...but this was beyond my expectations.  I am alone in a new city with nothing but my cats for company.  I don't know anyone yet and I have no furiture.  It is an adjustment.  One that took most of the day to overcome. 

Tonight I sit here writing this blog, watching TV, eating my free pizza (thanks to the apartment complex), and watching the cats play.  I feel better.  I no longer feel so alone.  I have come to terms and to a peace with my situation.  Tomorrow I will take care of the things I need to do.  I have to get a new cell phone and set up a checking account.  There are other things I will do.  I will start my life here.  I am excited.  I have survived this move and the sadness of my family leaving.  I am stronger.  I feel alive and full of excited expectation.  I have started a new life and I embrace that now.  I am sure that I will be sad over the coming days.  I know that I will miss home.  But I also know that my family and friends are but a phone call away.  I have me...I have my faith...

The flood of tears is over for the time being...

After any strong storm the air is cleared and things feel new and fresh.  That is how it feels now.