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January 15, 2003
Whew, where is the time going?
THE IMPENDING CLOSING
In two days we will no longer be the owners of The Village Inn. How does this make me feel? On one hand, I am ecstatic! We've waited for this day for so long - or so it seems. On the other hand, the thought of leaving this village and all of the friendships I have developed - many of them so new - is heartbreaking. The whole thing is bittersweet. If I wasn't already so attached to the place in California this would be much more difficult for me. But it is hard to mope when there is so much to do and look forward to!
THE TIMELINE - for those who are interested!
The new owner, Ashley, cannot take over until late April. We are to run the inn until then. We fly into Oakland next Friday (1/24) for an innkeeping conference. We'll be there one week. As soon as we get back to Georgia, construction begins on the property out there. I will be moving in mid-March, when we close on that property. Earl will be staying behind until late April when Ashley moves down. At that point, he'll move to CA. We are scheduled to open June 1. That is the abbreviated timeline LOL
WHAT ALYSSA WON'T REMEMBER
I get teary eyed when I think of all that makes Georgia so wonderful. The dogwood trees and wisteria in the springtime. Fireflies and thunderstorms in the summer. Mockingbirds on the fenceposts. Cardinals in the snow. So many things to see - from the waterfalls of the North Georgia mountains, to the lighthouses of the coast, and the peanuts of the Piedmont region. So much history! I really have enjoyed living here. It doesn't take much to fall in love with the South. The people make it almost impossible not to. They are so kind and trusting and have such big hearts. They are just down-to-earth. My roots are Southern, so coming here really was like coming home for me on one hand. On the other hand, moving to Georgia took me from my home. I had never lived outside of California before that. I moved here with no connections and built all of the relationships that I have. Now I am going to a completely different area of California and I have almost forgotten how different the people are there. While I am "going home", it somehow doesn't feel like it...
I am so sad that Alyssa won't remember our time in Stone Mountain. She won't remember trips to Tennessee, Kentucky, and North Carolina. She'll never be a Southerner and she'll never experience Southern culture (and idosyncricies!) firsthand. It is going to be hard to say goodbye. And somehow it seems so permanent. Surely we will travel back on vacations - but things will never be as they are now.
So Alyssa, my dear. I want you to know that although the traffic drove Mommy crazy, she truly gave her heart to Atlanta. She's taking most of it with her, but she's leaving a small piece behind here on Stone Mountain. When you are grown, you must travel back and visit it...
Christy
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