When Mike and I first started dating, he used to make fun of me for how AWFUL I was at saying goodbye. Nothing has changed. He doesn’t make fun of me anymore, but I am still the worst goodbye-er EVER.
I don’t know when to end a conversation or what to say to bring it to an appropriate feeling close. Who should hang up the phone first? Should we shake hands again? Is a wave sufficient? Am I making too much eye-contact or not enough? You’d think I was homeschooled or something.
And I’m struggling with the sudden departure of 2011. Where has the year gone? What have I been doing for the past 12 months? I guess that’s the point of this blog – to help me remember. To help me hold on. And to help me let go.
So this will be my last post in the year 2011. Mike and I are going to dinner tonight and then watching fireworks from the river in Augusta. Then we’re going to get drunk by ourselves. All of his work friends are working. He’s only off because of the surgery he had on his finger. I don’t have any friends to make plans with. So it’ll be just the two of us, ringing in the year of our wedding together, drinking cheap champagne and making resolutions that we probably won’t stick to.
This was us last new year – I look as pale as Edward Cullen in the shade.