Last night, my oldest daughter and her husband left to begin the nextÂ chapter in their livesÂ in a new town 1,500 miles away.Â I talked about how I felt about it in my post Rip the Bandaid Off Quickly.
My daughter with her mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law.
For some reason, the lyrics to The Sound of Music’s SoÂ Long, Farewell song keeps repeating in my head.
It reminds me of the day, December 28, 1977, when I left my hometown to begin a new life in a new city – Chicago.Â Don’t ask me how I remember this date when I have trouble remembering my anniversary, but I do.Â Â ItÂ was just shy of my 21st birthday, and I looked forward to my new life somewhat innocently and naively.Â Chicago seemed so exotic!
By the summer of 1979, I was on the move again.Â This time I moved even further away from my hometown to Boston where I would live and work for the next several years.Â I loved living in New England, and I swore that I was going to die there.
But once my oldest daughter was born, and I was living life as a single mother, the lure of my hometown and family beckoned to me.Â I don’t really know what I was thinking because my family back home was in a state of complete chaos.Â I think, because I had come to know a family in Boston that was very close and demonstrative, that I could make this same thing happen with my family, too.Â I also desperately needed some help and support being a young mother who received no support fromÂ her daughter’sÂ birth father.
My oldest and middle daughters.Â I’m afraid my middle daughter will be making the next big move away from home.
While I ended up giving back more to my family than I received in return, it ended up being exactly the right move for me.Â That is because I re-connected with a high school friend who eventually became my dear, sweet hubby.Â It was a roundabout journey getting to this point, and we often joke about how many kids we would have ended up with if we had started earlier.
In the end, he adopted my oldest daughter, and no one could ask to have a better father.
Our oldest and dear, sweet hubby.
So, as we say So Long, Farewell, Aufwiedersehn, Goodbye, we know that it is just a short leg in a long journey.
The kids at their going away party.
Good luck Leah and Ryan!Â We love you!
So Long, Farewell
I hate to go and leave
this pretty sight
To yieu and yieu and yieu
I’d like to stay and taste my
leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye
I’m glad to go I
cannot tell a lie
I flit I float
I fleetly flee I fly
The sun has
gone to bed and so must I
So long Farewell