I have procrastinated, avoided, and come up with every excuse to not write the oh-so-necessary thank you’s for my recent departure from LA. I have teachers, neighbors, babysitters, and most importantly, dear, dear friends to sincerely thank for helping me get my well-ensconced butt out of my beloved Hollywood Hills home.
But still, over a month later, they’re not done.
I made the cards before I even left LA. I planned on writing them on the plane to Seattle. Instead I cried. I thought I could write them at the hotel while there. Instead I got a manicure (okay, in my defense, it was pretty bad). Then coming to NY, in the hotel here, on the way to Dallas, on the way home from Dallas, … all the same for Missouri. Nope. Not done yet. And to make it worse, I carried these cards everywhere I went. Constant reminders of my insensitive display of gratitude.
But the truth is: if I write them, then it’s real. Then I’m really here. Then I’m really gone. Then I really and truly said goodbye and moved out. And I can’t believe that — and you. can’t. make. me.!
So here I sit, on a very rainy, wet, and humid day (in which I was fully baptized at 6:45 this morning — drenched!) with Hatcher calling to me from the stairs, “Is it time yet?” (to get up from his nap); Stella faux-woofing on the rug next to me (she has no yard so she can’t actually see the bad guys now), and the overdue, truth-filled, dastardly real thank-filled cards are sitting here, right in front of me.
What’s that? 3:30?! It’s time to go get Hatcher’s post-nap, rainy-day video! whew. Procrastination successful again.