or at least I hope it does.
Walking away from all of my favorite haunts and new discoveries is difficult and I would be lying if I said I was not a bit sad. Once I commented that everything seems to flow away from this place; with all of its history it can seem trapped and immovable. But that is forgetting that in order to flow away from, you have to get there first. So now I’m looking forward to return, some current that will bring me back—probably determination and will. And then from there or from here — who knows. Nothing is permanent, except perhaps what you find in yourself.
I’ll write again from across the pond.