Not the last

[mrissa]

markgritter and missista and I have arrived safely in Omaha. The house is filled with boxes. I haven't seen Grandma and Grandpa's house yet, but I expect that it's much the same. This is not the last time I'll be in Omaha, not by a long-shot -- not even the last time I'll be staying in this house, since the grands will be moving in here when my folks move up to the Cities area. So we're not doing a whirlwind of "last times" -- no last time at Wheatfield's for pecan rolls, no last time wandering through the Old Market, no last time running out to Polly's for books. Because it's not a last time.

Still. It won't be the same, and it probably won't be as often (because the grands will come up more), and it's very much the end of an era. And I'm not sure what it is that I want to have happen here, but I feel like there's something that ought to happen this weekend, some bit of Omahaness that isn't about very last times, but about changes, maybe. I don't know what, though.

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That was me.