Last night we had a going away party, which turned out to be a wonderful cross between a wedding reception, a funeral, and a pool party cookout. People were wishing us luck, congratulating us, and expressing sympathy to our families. Kind of trippy, but in a really warm and fuzzy way. Plus, there was potluck, and if there’s one thing I truly believe, it’s that the best parties have potluck.
I am realizing that one of the great benefits of moving away is the chance to feel a swell of love and support from your home base. I remember DeDe telling me something similar when she moved back from Phoenix, something to the effect of not realizing how much you really are loved until you are leaving.
So, my advice to you is to either move far away, or tell everyone that you are moving far away and then sit back and reap the flow of love until your cup runneth over.
I went to bed last night tired and sore, but instead of sleeping I laid in the quiet dark and thought of each and every person at the party. I tried to remember everything that was said and everything that I felt. And even though I wanted to sleep, I thought of them all again. And then again. And then one more time for good measure.
I was overwhelmed with a few simple thoughts:
I am rich with incredible, interesting, and generous friends. And I am rich with family who are my also some of my dearest friends—kind, fun, ready to help, and ready to let go even when they’d prefer not to.
Then eventually, before I finally gave way to sleep around 4:00 a.m., I thought about how I bought hamburger and hot dog buns for the bring-your-own-meat, grill-your-own-meat part of the party and realized that I have 62 hamburger buns left over. Which means that I am also rich with hamburger buns.
Hey, I just got an idea about what to use in my giveaway!
