It started about a week ago, when I noticed a kind of countdown. Here’s the last week before we go. Here’s the last load of laundry. The last Sunday at church. The last time seeing my mom. The last time packing (yeah, there’s been a few). The last time cleaning my house. By now I’m down to the last hair wash. Tomorrow will be my last day at work.
It all feels so strange. Feels like I’m just a visitor in this place now, and that my real life...well, it’s on this trip already. Makes me realize how transient all of this really is anyway, and how much is really about perception. Hmmm...is there a lesson in this? How can I be fully in the here and now while planning for a future that by now is upon me?
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