Parting is such sweet sorrow. . .

I don't like good-byes.

I can't recall a time in my life when good-bye was easy. Even when I was throwing pRick out of my life, it hurt like hell- and he was the ultimate jerk of all jerks. Even when I was saying good-bye to a boss I didn't particularly admire or respect, tears welled up in my eyes. Hell, saying good-bye to my landlord of five years was difficult. I get attached to people without really knowing it and when it comes time to part, I feel the tear of our connection.

It seems my friends/loved ones move in pairs or duos. A few years ago, my best friend Hillz moved at the same time Dokey and Double B took off to Seattle. That was just days after a hard break up and it was a lonely time for me. Now Double B and Doke are packing up, leaving their year-long stint in Berkeley, to plant roots in Seattle (once and for all!) while my friends (who are also my nieghbors), Melissa and Nilauro, have stacked up box upon box in our backyard readying for their move to Marysville today. I joked yesterday that the amount of their belongings was akin to that how many clowns can you fit in a VW Bug trick. How could they have shoved SO much stuff in one small cottage? We humans sure know how to accumulate stuff. Tangled in the packed up sheets, slipped between the pages of books, stuck to the side of pots and pans are memories upon memories. You can take those with you though it will never be the same.

Life whirls around. Changes are afoot minute to minute. Relationships shift in a blink of an eye. I can know in my heart of hearts that "this is how it is supposed to unfold" and still feel sorrow for the leaving.

Sigh.