Winsome

M moved out on Saturday. We had a great afternoon and evening on Friday. I took a half-day and we want to Nancy Taylor Day Spa and got mani-pedi treatments. Then we sort of killed time and went shopping for some things for the dorm, got some Sonic drinks, and went home. For dinner, M and I made breakfast. I can't tell you how many times over the years that I've made breakfast for dinner. We giggled all the way through the eats, kind of knowing it was the last time for a while. M had some great quotes. To K, "get a twitter account and follow me. I talk about bacon a lot and it's really interesting." About a general topic, M said, "Let's all say a swear word right now. Go!" Then she proceeded to say, "Breakfast for dinner is the SH**!" and I proceeded to gasp melodramatically. We also decided to have an avocado because M happens to love them. I made K eat a bite, after paying her three dollars. That kid has some great faces.

Saturday dawned sunny and hot, and M's dad arrived. We packed up the van and got to UA promptly at 9:10 am. Moving went fairly well, although M left half her stuff at the house (why would she leave a TV for later, is she nuts?). We met up with Beth and Jim and their daughter who is going to be M's roommate. Great day setting up rooms and just being silly together. Like Beth said, it wouldn't have been as much fun without each other.

And now she's there. And I want to see what she's doing, who she's with, and ask her if she's being safe. I am trying not to. I think it's ok to ask, but I want to try to play this right. So I'm trying to leave her alone. I miss her. I have a lot of memories of her with me. She's been part of me for almost 19 years. It's hard to let that go. But it's right.