In The Middle Mish-Mash

Tomorrow we fly out of Puerto Montt to begin our three month furlogh, and we are all stuggling with feelings of excitement, anticipation, but also sadness and the other mixed emotions that accompany the closing of a chapter in life, for when we return, we will not have Deborah with us.

Deb and I have been sleeping together since Monday night. We have stayed talking to the wee hours of the morning of everything under the sun (including everything not under it) and when I'm the oldest sister by myself, I know I'm gonna miss her so much. Deb and I are complete opposites, and we either are at complete odds, or in complete agreement, like two legos that clash until turned the right way and fitted neatly together.

Anyways, this week has been filled with goodbyes. Deborah's birthday was Tuesday. She turned 18 and we planned a surprise party for her. It was a fun time, but as the "last time" it was also tinged with goodbye blues.



Saturday morning I had my last ballet class here in Puerto Montt for three months. It was a nice time together, and probably the easiest goodbye because it is my greatest constant amidst all the change.
Pati, I will miss our jazz pose!


Saturday night we had a large group of our oldest friends over for another fun/sad evening.
Sunday afternoon the Four Sisters (best friends Coni, Cole, Deb, and me) spent our last time together......... for who knows how long.


Today is crazy packing and cleaning, and I just want to get out of here. How many mixed emotions can a person feel without going crazy?