On my second night in Jordan, when I couldn't sleep because of jetlag, I looked around my empty apartment and thought: "What have I done? I am stuck here for two whole years with no early way out short of a medical emergency or a coup..."
Tonight I am feeling a little sad, realizing that I will be gone before the year is out. I realize I still have months and months to go (actually 272 days, 9 hours and 14 minutes, according to the handy pie graph a good friend sent to me).
But the combination of a few friends departing this month, a request for me to provide an approximate departure date, and some heightened angst over what to do next made me realize that Grimsby and I will be parting company in a far shorter amount of time than I am comfortable with...
Tonight I am feeling a little sad, realizing that I will be gone before the year is out. I realize I still have months and months to go (actually 272 days, 9 hours and 14 minutes, according to the handy pie graph a good friend sent to me).
But the combination of a few friends departing this month, a request for me to provide an approximate departure date, and some heightened angst over what to do next made me realize that Grimsby and I will be parting company in a far shorter amount of time than I am comfortable with...
1 comment:
So funny how life hands these kind of moments to you, isn't it? It's always hard to end one chapter and start another. I hear you ... I'm feeling similar feelings over my situation although I recognize I'm extremely blessed and looking forward to the new changes. Change is seldom simple/easy, but somehow ends up always being worthwhile! Enjoy the time you have and knowing the Kearl gals, I'm sure you'll find a big new adventure up your sleeve... :)
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