We've been telling people for awhile now that we are moving. Our social circle revolves mostly around the girls' school and our neighborhood. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I adore our school and neighborhood. (Never mind, that almost each kid is blonder than the next.) The kids and their grownups have proven to be a surprisingly fun, interesting and in general all around good group of folks.
We're exercising a popular option in our area and selling our home to a builder. A builder who will ultimately tear down our home and replace it with what is affectionately known as a McMansion. While there are those that have strong opinions about tear downs our neighborhood is not historic nor is it suburban. Furthermore, we are in no position to have our house languish in the sluggish market.
So it seemed right on track that as the word spread that we were moving, lots of friends expressed their sadness that we'd be leaving the area. There were several that said they would miss the girls specifically. And one mommy said that I helped to "keep it real" around the school.
And not one but two people said:
"We're going to have to have a HUGE party before you go."
My heart swelled. Oh, how hard it is to say good-bye I thought. And a tinge of panic crept into my mind. Where we making a mistake?
And then not once but twice, the parties interested in having a party said:
"Yeah, so we can really TRASH the place."
And then I ran home and began packing in earnest.