sweet sorrow? Or pain in the butt. Going-away parties are like mini-funerals. It’s different now after a layoff, finding a new job and learning a new city.
This one will be sad because it’s the year-round neighbors and we’ve all been together for each other over the years.
The days have been more difficult as I’m exhausted and have lost my voice and one individual is making our life difficult. But I’m not going to think about that now. My husband arrives in a few hours and people come over to make merry before we leave tomorrow.
More news from our new city and perhaps those on the way. Writing will help preserve my voice. cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 