What a beautiful Saturday it was today in Columbus! We woke up with the sun peeking through the window and decided to spend the day downtown. We walked around the Short North, marveling at the different antique shops, walked to North Market where people were selling their specialties--freshly made pasta, aromatic croissants and baguettes, a delicious Vietnamese restaurant (really cheap too!) with people crowded around the wooden bar, slurping their noodles...oh I loved the energy! It was in the North Market where I felt this overwhelming sadness come over me. It took everything to fight back tears and the knot in my throat felt as if it wouldn't stop growing; I realized that this was the last Saturday I would be here...the last Saturday Nathan and I could parade around in our small sector of the world we have called home for the past so many years. We started our marriage in Victorian Village in a tiny apartment we called "The Treehouse" where we cherished so many memories in a room called "The Hug." We welcomed Sophie into our home and hearts during this part of our journey as well, where we frequented Goodale Park, and people stopped and stared as a 5 pound peanut of a dog caught a frisbee in mid-air. It was in this neighborhood we met our dearest friends, Dave and Danielle, where we had slumber parties and decadent Sunday night meals. It was in this neighborhood we ran our first big race...so many memories.
I realize how much of an adventure is awaiting us in Switzerland, but even as I write these words, my eyes are watering...Columbus is a great city with great memories and I'm glad it became a chapter in our journey we call life.
