I'm so bad at this now. Such good intentions to share my feeeeeelings, and I go and cope well with everything for the first time in my life. Ugh.
Let this be a lesson to me, because I figured this month (the one back in America, killing time between the Month o' Wedding and the Big Move) would be all stressful and anxious and ever so slow. In reality, I have been too busy at work to notice that 3 weeks have passed and there are only 2 to go. We have a going away party this weekend, another next weekend, and then we go away.
I did have a tearful, "It's really ending," moment at the Imagine Dragons concert. I got tickets as a surprise for R, as a Leaving America Last Hurrah present. I thought to myself how amazing the show was, how great a time R was having, and what a great farewell it was. Then it hit me, it was also a farewell for me. It was my last concert here, my last big night like that with him in America too. It was amazing, it was special, and I am so glad we did it.
