This week has been a whirlwind of packing, list-making, and middle-of-the-night anxiety. It still is not sinking in that in three days I will be in a new state, in a new job, on an island in the middle of the ocean.
I know I will miss all my good friends in Idaho. But I've moved so many times and had good friends move away, and still kept in touch with most of them, so it doesn't really feel like I'm saying goodbye. There are always opportunities to get together again.
Reunion with the Knoxville gang.
And of course there are other things I will miss about living in Idaho:
Baby elk peeking in my window.
The view from my front yard.
But there are things I won't miss at all:
My icy driveway.
Shoveling snow.
Looking for my car.
I feel like I've fully lived the Idaho experience, especially over the last six years up here in the hills. I'm looking forward to my new life in the islands. Going native!
Last day at work in Kaneohe, 1997.
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