Monday, November 1, 2010

Au Revoir, Coronado!

I sit here in our furnished apartment. Everything is clean. The floors have been swept. The kitchen hosed down. The dishes put away. The pillows fluffed.

Even the sky is a prettier blue as I gaze out the living room window for the last time. I have tried to capture that hue on camera, but it never comes out quite as bright.

I have one more load of things to take to the car and I'll be on my way home. This apartment is no longer that place. I already feel it. I suppose it never really felt like home though. They weren't our things surrounding us. They were nice, but not ours.

I try to enjoy my final moments as a resident of the most beautiful place on earth... and then the kid downstairs sneezes and shouts out "That's disgusting!"

I will miss Coronado. I will miss being able to ride our bikes to dinner, to the grocery store, to the beach. I will miss the fancy restaurants and the lavish lifestyle. But I don't think I will miss Coronado the same way everyone dreams of living here.

It is paradise, do not get me wrong. I will not miss the kid downstairs caught in the middle of a dysfunctional relationship of his parents. I will not miss his Father coming to drop him off on Friday nights and the hour of wailing that he doesn't want to stay. I will not miss the guy next door coming and going in his squeaky shoes, driving the dogs bananas. I will not miss living in someone's backyard {as apartments on the island are over garages}.

But I suddenly find myself with a tear in my eye and a heavy heart as I prepare to say good-bye to my first apartment. The things that have surrounded me for the last 6 months. The place that welcomed me to California! The noise of Orange Avenue. The free cable, phone and Internet! This is the military lifestyle, and I know that I will be moving every few years.

In three and a half more years, I know I will be saying good bye to our house, with just as heavy a heart.

Au revoir, Coronado. Arivaderci. Auf Wiedersehen. Farewell.



Clearly my husband and his hairy knuckles
A sand dollar we found along the coast at The Navy Lodge, North Island.

1 comments:

Mr. Superman & Mrs. S. said...

Awe isn't it true. Such bittersweet feelings moving brings.

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