As my time in Oregon came to a close, I developed a theory I like to call Enjoying the 2nd to Last. While plans for goodbyes were made, I realized it was going to be painfully difficult to close the Oregon chapter of my life. Somewhere in there I also realized I should try to appreciate my last moments, but since the very last moments would be full of tears and farewells I decided I should pay close attention to the moments before the last moments. So I began to enjoy the 2nd to last moments. My 2nd to last Sunday at Dox (my church) I sang as loud as my lungs would allow. My 2nd to last week of work I read stories with greater enthusiasm than ever before (and I read the books 18 million times rather than cutting the kids off after 17 million read-throughs). My 2nd to last tribe (like church small group) I participated as if I would never speak again. Every 2nd to last hang out session with Oregon friends I made sure to cherish a little more. All of the 2nd to last experiences I knew would be the last normal experiences, so I took an extra mental note of each one. I recommend this strategy to anyone who is about to move on from one thing to the next because final goodbyes take on a whole new form, and sometimes it’s good just to sit back and appreciate normalcy.
Ok, enough sappiness. I’m also living with my parents now, so you can look forward to a future blogpost about life with the new roommates. This new adventure is already off to a hilarious start.
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