I don’t consider myself a crier. I didn’t cry when we decided to move. I didn’t cry at the going away party. I’m not crying now. At one point a few weeks ago I had my one panic attack where I cried and almost passed out, and once that was over I haven’t cried since. On Saturday morning when we disembark to drive 2100 miles away I probably won’t cry. Crying – to me – isn’t a great way to express my emotions.
That said, it doesn’t mean I don’t have emotions, and it doesn’t mean my emotions (especially after a bunch of Brandy) aren’t reminiscent of the 10th doctor:
Gosh, I’m going to miss you guys. It’s going to be such a great adventure, but damn. You’re fantastic.
At least we’re not moving to someplace even further…like Barcelona.