A dream that leaves me troubled

So, for an update to all you who have eagerly awaited a post for the last few months, I have accepted a position here in Virginia at my field education site. My spouse and I have spent the last three weeks or so rejoicing about it, getting ready for the move, thinking about how we want to live, where the kids are going to sleep and play, the typical excited yet nervous family stuff.
But with the relief of the search for my next call over, other anxieties start to take center stage. Last night in a dream I was running back and forth around this area witnessing people packing their things up and leaving. Doubly scary was the fact that everyone was packing on the same day, but I chalk that up to the surreal dream world. What has me troubled is my reaction. In the past, like when I left undergraduate or my teaching positions, I wasn't as emotionally troubled by it, and my high school terminus was a time to rejoice. In my dream, I was in full remorse and water-works mode. I think under the surface of all the craziness that goes on in these last months of seminary (graduation, all the 'parties', then getting ordained and starting work) those much more powerful undercurrents are at work, tugging at hearts (at least mine).
This dream was a wake-up call for me. I don't want to look back in a few years and regret these last days. Not that I am called to live it up and party like it's 1999, I mean, I have a baby on the way! But I am not going to take for granted these last few days that I have with the people with whom I have struggled with. Struggled to figure out some important nugget about God, or just struggled to survive the GOEs with. We may be relegated to cyber-living for the most part, but I don't have to lose these friends like I did in the past.
I remember needing to learn about saying goodbye as a part of discerning my call to the priesthood (Rev. Nancy, you rock with that ability to see the future), and I see now that taking shortcuts and bleeding out the pain is no way to say goodbye. I want my friends and I to be honest about this transition, and perhaps this blog is the first step. We don't need to carry tissues the rest of the year, but we need to be intentional about saying goodbye, closing some chapters while learning to begin new ones. The wonderful thing about the chapters in the book of life is that the characters can be a part of many chapters. My seminary career might be ending, but my interwoven life with these characters does not need to end. Thanks be to God.