I fly out today, and I’ve been feeling strange since yesterday; it’s like I’m half here and half there already. I went to my last Pilates class with my instructor, Brittany, because she’s moving at the end of January and I won’t be around to see her off! She has really been a ray of sunshine in my life and I’ve learned so much from observing her classes. It’s her fault I’m a Pilates junkie now. I also had to say goodbye to my lovely physical therapists and three of my closest friends: Lana, Greta, and Ruby. I’m dreading having to leave my family at the airport because I’m DEFINITELY going to cry. But everything is all packed up! Two suitcases and two carry-ons; obviously I’ve never heard of packing light. The foster kittens are devastated that the maze of stuff for them to play in is gone. I feel their pain about the other half of my closet I’m leaving behind. I guess we’ll both have to manage.
