Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

So, ignoring the unnecessary reference to Boyz to Men… it’s really sad leaving Seattle. Crissy and I will be flying to Colorado next week and, by my count, I will have lived here for exactly 6 years and 6 days — I wonder how many hours… hmm… :-)

This week started with a little party when it suddenly hit me that while all this time I’ve been thinking, “we’re moving in late June”, it was suddenly late June. And that put me in a really sad mood.

And to make matters worse, this whole week has been a series of goodbye lunches and coffees. Also every time we go out, there’s the “this is the last time I’ll eat here”. It’s pretty weird.

This weekend, we’re going to try to go to the Fremont Solstice Parade, this was the first Seattle event I attended (thanks Sapan!) 6 years ago when I moved here, so it seems logical to attend go again as we leave. :-)

All these goodbyes remind me of college, where guys fell into 3 categories of goodbye-ers:

1. Scared to be emotional - these guys would say ‘um’ a lot and finally just shake hands or hug at the end
2. Avoiders - these guys would either just avoid everyone or say goodbye as if it weren’t a moving away event. Just a “see ya” and turn and leave.
3. Stoic manly man - firm handshake, good eye contact and a heartfelt “good luck”.

So far, I’m category #3. I imagine I’ll be #1 by the end.

I’ve been thinking it through in my mind over and over, and even though it’s hard, moving to Boulder is the right thing for us, our families, and eventually the family we’ll start — Colorado will hopefully have lots of little Vijay’s and little Crissy’s one day. :-)