My thoughts are far away, I'm working on that day

I went to my aunt and uncles tonight for one last dinner at their house in Menlo Park. It was hard to leave by the end of the meal. Those two have done so much for me (us) since I (we) got here, that I feel like I will forever owe them. I'm going to write them a cheesey letter later. My aunt prepared salmon with this sort of odd spiced rub, asparagus with asiago cheese, rice pilaf, and her usual fancy salad. Lots of wine, and then a chocolate mousse cake with raspberry sauce for dessert. It was excellent. I listened to funny stories of my step-grandpa's funeral, and talked about my moving plans. We also talked about driving across the country, and how awful Wyoming is.

I held my shit together enough to not cry when I left, but cried a little on the drive home. I had to remind myself that there aren't enough positives here to stay, and seeing my aunt every other month is not enough to keep me here. I can always visit. Regardless, it was a very strange feeling to leave. I hate the "I'll never do this again" feeling that is so pervasive before you move away from a place.

Apparently I'll be living very close to where my step-grandfather's first furniture factory was in Chicago, so I'll need to get the address and check it out. Of course its just a bunch of condos now.