I’m big on seeking closure in transitions, and have been pondering for a few months how to start this process for our upcoming move to the other end of the country. We’ve lived in our current town for 8 years, so we have much to say good-bye to… Living between worlds requires good-byes, a fact with which we are well acquainted. So, as the mood strikes, I plan to do my own little series of ‘closure poetry’, and will post some of it here, to share with the rest of you who also know good-byes well.On nearing the end of this road Been waiting for this moment for what seems like an eternity. And now that it’s pressing close, I wanna bottle up the moments of happy dandelions and fresh fields of bright-starred skies and lonely trees of quiet streets and nosy neighbors and take them along as a reminder of the beauty in the days here. These things do not await us where we go. All will be new there – crowds and cars, action and noise. Funny how a difficult journey morphs into a sweet memory one slow step at a time.