A Badbye — When a Goodbye Has a Frown

Like so many others around the world, we’ve said our goodbyes to 2012. As I mentioned in our last post, 2012 definitely had some great times, but for the most part we are ready to see it in the rearview. And that feels really good — so is that what it means to have a “good” bye?

So what about when waving bye doesn’t really feel all that good? I mean, not really? Does that mean we get to call it a badbye?

As we move out of 2012, I have one of those sadbyes — perhaps one of the biggest sadbyes I’ve ever experienced in my life. But I think I’m getting ahead of myself…

Toward the end of Woztober, us two and a half Flints boarded a plane headed for good ol’ Ohio. Autumn was in the air and there were promises of trick or treating, hot apple cider, pumpkin patches, Grandma’s homecookin’, bonfires, and lots of time with family we don’t get to see nearly enough.

where's mickey's seatbelt mama?

Where’s mickey’s seatbelt, mama?

daddy providing in-flight avengers themed entertainment.

Daddy providing in-flight avengers themed entertainment.

The plane trip to Cincy was uneventful and Mr. P has become quite the pro at traveling. This mama still sits up straighter when getting complimented on how well-behaved her baby is in the air. Thank goodness they don’t see him at 1:45 p.m. on any given day before he’s gotten his nap because that can be a totally different story…

We got to spend the first few days at Dave’s getting to watch lots of fun TV and eat lots of good food. And of course we made time to find a park for Xion to run around. Dave took us to one with a huge play area, so naturally Mr. Pickles was more interested in the picnic tables. 😉

He picked a flower for mommy. See his little shadow in the background of the photo??

the little things...

the little things…

someone is still getting the hang of the foot shot. LOL

someone is still getting the hang of the foot shot. LOL

Then it was time to head north to D-Town!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

More food, more family, lots more fun! Aunt Deedle and Uncle Eric hosted a big party for us with all of the above!

Xion’s cousin, Faith, shows him the ropes when it comes to blowing dandelion seeds into the air.

she's a pro

she’s a pro!

Grandpa Gato holds Mr. Pickles’ plate as he chows down some yummy cake because he already knows those ropes.

Good stuff, Grandpa!

Good stuff, Grandpa!

Xion returns the favor to Faith by showing her the ins and the outs of his iPad. Uncle Dave is happy to assist.

Modern musicians in the making.

Modern musicians in the making.

And we’ll just have to settle for this as the best bonfire family pic of the night. 😀

Flints!

Flints!

Unfortunately, Mr. Pickles didn’t get to Trick-or-Treat like he’d hoped because a certain presidential candidate came to town and called the whole thing off (karma got him for it), but Grandpa Gato made sure he got to get dressed up and head to a party anyway!

Grampy Gato and Captain America

Grampy Gato and Captain America

Is that a pickle?

Is that a pickle?

Like all our trips to Ohio, this one flew by. Seven days really isn’t a lot of time when we only see my side of the family a few times a year, but this time was a particularly hard one for me when we left.

You see, this was the last time I was ever going to be in the house I grew up in. Pop and Maria are retiring this year and planting retirement roots in Texas (although I hear New Mexico has much better weather *hint hint*).

Yep, the very last time I’d be in the house I grew up in. That’s a lot to take in all at once and I’m getting teary eyed writing this because there are so many memories there AND it’s the last of the three houses Pappy Delgado helped build that will officially leave the family. I know I’m all grown up now and have a family and new home of my own, but there’s a bit of a sadness inside as I let go of a piece of my childhood. My “home” is no longer going to be my home anymore. The next time I go to Defiance (and I’m not entirely sure when that will be), I won’t be sleeping in my old bedroom anymore.

So I’m taking a deep breath and saying a bit of a sadbye. I know it’s the right time for everyone to move on to new phases in their lives, no matter how hard it is to let go sometimes. Whether that be a year, a relationship, or a home…sometimes saying goodbye is just, well, bad.

There are a lot of memories in this little brick house on High Street. The good, the bad, the fun, the sad, the tears, the laughter, the joy — I won’t forget any of it and it will always live in my our hearts. We now say…badbye. 😦

One last family photo of the High Street Gang. xoxo

One last family photo of the High Street Gang. xoxo

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6 responses to “A Badbye — When a Goodbye Has a Frown

  1. How did I not know about this blog!!!
    What a nice post, Woz! I remember when my parents and grandparents sold the houses I grew up in (grandparents lived down the street and we lived with them until I was in the fourth grade and my parents bought their own house) and moved out of state on me!! It was a weird and, you are correct, sadbye to a part of my childhood!

    blessings,

    • Woz

      well now you know about the blog. 😉

      i think what will be the most weird (and maybe this was in your experience) will be when i drive by one day and someone else lives there. someone else will be living in “my” house. 😦

  2. I practically cried reading this. Going through a somewhat similar thing. So hard to say badbye.

    • Woz

      I’m sorry you’re going through something like this, too. It’s really, honestly one of the worst feelings (and I’ve had some doozies) that I’ve ever felt. It’s me getting all emo, but it makes me wonder — “where is home…really?”

  3. Hugs to you. We left the house I grew up in when I was 14, and I still long for it. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I go from room to room in my head trying to remember where each turn of the wall was, every closet, the little nooks and crannies… it helps. Remember it’s the memories it holds and not the structure itself, and you’ll always have those with you. 🙂

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