I chose and my world was shaken—
The choice may have been mistaken,
the choosing was not.
You have to move on.
—Stephen Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George
This is the last goodbye, I promise, because the end really is here and I'm sick to death of saying goodbye. It's unbelievably hard on the heart.
But I wanted to thank you, my dear friends, for making me laugh, for laughing along, for keeping me sane and looked after and well fed and in focus, for gathering and giving, in all weather, at all hours, year after year after year, in circles wide and small. For the riches of you. Come visit, come stay, come see: some things will never change.
So. Happy new year, glad tidings, sayonara, adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen, rock on, may the force be with you, follow your rainbows, don't start smoking, keep on truckin', go Cubs, go Sox, go Bears, (go Pack!), chins up, shoulders back, chests out, see you soon...
(P.S. I would say "god bless you all," but I'm still not that kind of girl. "God bless the taco," maybe.)