Sweet sorrow

Leaving somewhere you have loved isn't really sweet or sorrowful, it's jittery and irritating. You have a thousand things to do before you go. Bunches of little tasks that if you somehow omit will have grave consequences for your credit, or your proprietary lease, or at least your good name among your friends. I've had several very lovely goodbye celebrations, some greatly vaunted and some more low-key. Tonight was the goodbye event for the bulk of my friends and lots of people had stuff going on and didn't make it. In some ways it was a relief that it stayed small though and the time that I did have with folks was balanced and intimate. I drank too much Hoegaarden and went looking for dessert in a bakery that was just there a few months ago. Now its a sushi place. A sign that it is time to get going?