When we moved from Arizona to Wisconsin in the Spring of 2007. We had such a warm send off (despite the "friends don't let friends move to Wisconsin shirts" 2 of my husband's friends made). We were ready for our new life adventure. The good-bye then seemed more like a "see you later". We anticipated visiting often and having many visitors.
It was not until the spring of 2012 that our family finally got the chance to head back to Arizona together for the first time since our move. Unfortunately, the economy took a hit right after we moved and we were all effected and visits just weren't possible.
We had a wonderful visit. Such comfort in the circle of our friends. People that knew us before we had our family and watched our family grow. Getting all of our kids together was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.
We were in Arizona to pack my parents up and move them to Wisconsin. We had a very small window with an unbelievable amount of work to do. On top of that, we had just gotten word that my brother Russel was ready to transition over to Hospice and my parents were anxious to get to Colorado. As much as we wanted to spend more time with our friends, it just wasn't feasible.
One by one, independent of one another, our friends arrived- kids in tow. They packed boxes, loaded the moving truck, laughed, sweat and supported us in our endeavor- without solicitation. In fact they called ahead and offered their help, but we declined with- "no worries, we've got it". They came anyway, just to spend some more time with us. In retrospect- we would have sunk without their help.
It came time to leave and the good-byes this time were painful. We knew that there was no guarantee as to when we would see these dear friends again. Though our hearts were rejuvenated, we left a bigger piece of our hearts behind, still loving our adventure, but no longer naive to the geography that separated us.