Last night was our last yoga class and we did our practice together, rather than having me do the instructing and adjusting. I still called the breaths and the poses but we did it all together. It was really lovely and about half way through, I thought I would cry. You know, it's hard to breath, maintain the bandhas, call the poses and cry at the same time.
It is such a great group of people. We had a potluck supper afterwards - children and partners came. Really lovely.
I know that location shouldn't really matter. I also know that I have so much to look forward to - new places and experiences. I further know that our time in New York will be packed with the most wonderful things, not least of which is spending time with the long suffering husband. I know this. But I still want to cry.
Newfoundland is this crazy place. Crazy, wonderful, frustrating, beautiful place that I can settle into like a favourite chair. Despite not being born here, it is where I have come home to roost. I feel that sense of "ahhhh" everytime I step back on the island. So, I guess it makes sense that I get the opposite feeling, a sense of "nooooo" when I have to leave.
Sometimes I think it might have been better to never have come at all because this leaving business is so hard, every time.
Today I decided I would let myself be sad and cry if I want to - I don't care if it makes me a bad this or a failed that. I'm crying, damn it.
I'm crying, damn it. And the ferry leaves tomorrow at midnight.
We'll be there!