Normally I track my firsts. The first time went to the Opera, the first
time I jumped from an airplane, the first time I had a pool party in my new
house. I relish these times and draw on
the memories from time to time as I sometimes struggle to recount where all the
time has gone. But the last few months
have been a different story. I have been
tracking my lasts. Today is the last day
I will be living in San Antonio. Since the
decision was made to leave, I have been mentally logging the lasts. It began with a list of favorite restaurants
to eat in before leaving town. Some of
those included L Taco for the taco norteno, Aldino’s for the pasta, Gino’s for
the Italian beef and Delicious Tamales for, well, the pork tamales. And even though we are going to the land of
tamales, I had to have Delicious one last time.
For my last birthday we had our last pool party. I will remember it as well as the first. The last time I planted my fall flowers, the last time I saw some of my friends, and the last time I definitely drove my beloved 330i. So many lasts and I will remember them
all. Then there are the lasts that I am
not even aware of yet. What will change
over the coming months and years that is unforeseen, unforeseeable? I am sure there will be change and I let the
realization settle in so I might be accepting as things happen and not be too
hard on myself for leaving. In other
words, preparing for a future without regret.

Bitter sweet. Nicely told. Thanks for sharing!
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