So, we'll call it a good thing.
Saw some friends tonight for the last time before I leave, which made me cry. This leaving business is really hard, even if I know I'm doing the right thing. I have lived here for eight years and have some deep connections. All births and rebirths are painful I keep reminding myself. And my friend Julie reminded me of the deep anchor place of the decision - below the waves at the ocean floor, and she is right. This feels like the first decision I have made in years.
So tired of day of paperwork - some thinking about paper for conference - but seemingly endless amounts of things to sort practically, so continued that, then saw some friends and had dinner with my friend Jennifer, who I don't know when I'll see again. We chatted about many things and thus begins my long series of goodbyes.
I am exhausted in all ways right now, so will show the rabbit and head off to bed:
|rabbit munching grass in front of her/his new squatted garden shed|
|I cleverly sneak up on the rabbit - who is not impressed - to take photo|
|Who is this rabbit? Where did s/he come from? Escapee? Symbol of rebirth? Both?|