The End of An Era

It really is, isn't it?

In about 7 hours Evan's plane lands and everythign will change. I'm sitting in the staff room with a few knicked moments, and felt the need to publicly nostaligize over everyone. It's what Heather, Beka and I did last night at Woodstock, remember the early days when we would be the only ones there, trying to guess whether the barman was single and whether he looked his age or not.

Those depressed months barely register now. My life has done a 180 and I barely noticed. I can't belive I only have 2 weeks left. I couldn't be happier, but I'm left with that well-worn feeling that this ending, like all the endings that have come before it, should be more momentous. Like I need a ceremony to mark its passing, like I should take more care to write detailed and angst-filled journal entries marking all my "lasts." Like I need to apprecaite every little thing that happens and thus slow down time.

But I really can't be bothered.

So today I'm going to hug my kids and yell at the just like any other day, eat my yummy school lunch, collapse on the couch between classes, go get my coffee at the same time I always do...and then go pick up Evan after work.

Just like that.