This may be a very quiet post. At least it should be a quiet post.
I have 4 more days here. I’ve been packing and assessing and enjoying.
Made my farewells to my students and employers.
Trying to plan what to do with these last hours besides cleaning, staring at suitcases and thinking. Thinking is tiresome.
But most of my last moments are of me walking around the house, the neighborhood, the everyday. On the 17 bus, on the bike. Under the sun. It’s heartbreaking enough. It’s beautiful enough. Nothing will change here. I’ll just be absent. And that’s ok. That’s normal. That’s life.
And I’ll be present somewhere else. I hope it’s ok, hope it’s normal, and it’s life.