I was sad. It took me a minute to recognize the emotion "melancholy". My brain just doesn't get that very often. I feel very blessed to have a "la vie en rose" disposition towards life (thanks, Dad and Grandpa George). It's just that I think seeing our belongings go back into boxes (and realizing how many sweatshirts I own....hello college again!) makes it become very real that we are moving across the country. And I wonder, how many more times am I going to feel this emotion come August?
So today, we did the most Fresno thing you can do: go shopping at River Park (yes, I am ashamed that I didn't say that we didn't try out a new spot in the Tower District, or bike through Fig Garden, or hang out at Woodward Park). Alas, we spent the afternoon basking in bookstores. I LOVE BOOKSTORES. Scotty and I are like little kids in the candy store. Today, we had some goals for buying gifts to help us stay on track. But all roads at the bookstore eventually lead to Travel. (Remember Charlotte, in the bookstore, looking for travel to cover up the fact that she was in the self-help section?) I usually try to hit up the bestsellers and architecture sections first, but Travel always comes next, with an occasional side-trip to religion since it's right there as well. It's especially fun now because we are taking like 3 grand trips in one long Indian summer. Europe first in July, cross-country road trip in August (with stops in Boulder and Chicago), and then upstate New York exploring for the fall foliage. Which, apparently, is amazing. Posts to follow to document the presumed "gloriousness".
Our day in Fresno is done. And our life in Fresno is coming to a close. It's a strange feeling. I'm ready to be moved, literally and spiritually. I'm not sure which direction God is going to take us, but I'm looking forward to that conversation. Or maybe, it won't be a conversation. I will have to listen for a change, as the world familiar to me is gone. I think that will be good.
