Another dead animal at the Museum of Man & Nature.. .
All I can say right now, on my last day in the place I called home, is that it's a funny world that we live in. Everything is a learning experience, and how we choose to go about it is what makes us all unique. Emotions often have a mind of their own when so much is uncertain, but that's natural. Crying in the middle of the grocery store.. maybe not so natural. What? I have no shame. Even cereal can be touching at times like this.
Life can change in a matter of minutes. It's disorienting at times, but there's something intriguing and even refreshing about it. You learn what not to take for granted, what pieces make up who you are. You take those pieces and pack them in a box, to come with you to the next level. Bubble wrap included.
I'll miss all of these things that are coming with me in boxes, and the things that I'm leaving behind. The place I once called home is a different place. I've accepted that. Saying goodbye is not something I like to do, but it comes with the package of moving forward. Where I go from here is a bit of a mystery, but that's where the fun can be found. I know I'll come out of this feeling really good, where ever that may be.
I'll see you when I get there.
Yes, it's true. And oh do I hate to admit it out loud that Tim has to go. It's taken me weeks to let this process. And so, here we are.
Tim is a retired gypsy. We have lived in 6 houses in the 10 years that we've been together. I'd love to bring him with me, but I have to be realistic. I have no idea where I'm heading, or for how long.
What I hope for Tim, is that he can find a place to call a retirement home. A place to settle, with loads of window sunshine to hold down.
While I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet, I'm taking it all in while he's here. Every day is different. Laughing is essential.