I didn’t really know what to expect from our last few nights before the move. I wasn’t sure if I’d be overly emotional or stressed, or what I'd be feeling. Although I didn’t find myself crying, I did find myself pondering over the sentiment of little things like, this is the last time I will tuck my kids in to this bed, this is the last time I will bathe them in this tub. I wasn’t able to fully wrap my head abound the concept. I was just so excited to see what China was like and what our new life had to offer.
Driving away from our house was a rush. I didn’t even have time to think. With the eclipse just ending, and our small town packed with extra people viewing the eclipse, it was more like a mad dash than a goodbye. We ran to the already packed car, drove to my Moms to say our last goodbyes and pick up my sister, and left.
Our drive to Salt Lake City, Utah, is typically 3.5 hours, but with the eclipse traffic it took about 9 hours to get to our hotel. I wanted to feel sad and emotional, because the people around me were, but honestly I couldn’t help but feel excited.
We got to our hotel, had some dinner and spent the rest of our night with family who came to stop by. Finally it was time to turn in. I laid in bed, thinking it would be too hard to sleep, from excitement, but I was so exhausted, I drifted quickly. My last thought being, is this truly our last night? It felt so much like a dream.