the long goodbye...
I hate long drawn-out goodbyes, it only makes people depressed.
Today is T-09 until I'm off!
My current abode is gradually becoming devoid of 'stuff' as I make the trip back and forth to my parents to drop it off there (my parents are wondering why they didn't build that extension years ago to house it all!). Someone has appeared to live here after me - Praise the Lord, it was looking empty for a while, but just at the right time...
Last week it was Salsa goodbyes, last weekend it was goodbyes for some good friends from down South and the big leaving weekend is looming...
And through it all I'm still remaining completely cool, calm and collected. I was worried that I was in denial about something and that panic would suddenly descend and chaos ensue. But no, I think this is just the peace of God that passes all understanding. And it's great.
It's also great being able to go...
'Ah well, I won't be seeing you soon, because next week I'm moving to Africa.' and watching the reaction. Priceless.
Oh, and last week, a guy in starbucks thought I was 24. Result. ;-)