(I am writing on my phone, so apologies for the errors of tapping my thumbs on bits of screen. It certainly feels odd…oh well!)
Here I am.
Sitting in my car as I will be for the next week, with small bursts of tears and laughter and ketchup stains on my shirt, no doubt.
The familiarity of leaving a place is fresh on my mind. I have been leaving places a lot over the past ten years. Many of us have and will be in transition through a lot of life. I suppose that’s how it is often enough.
Saying my goodbyes are heart wrenching. My throat starts to constrict and my eyes get red and swollen. Listening to my sister in law explain to my nephew this morning, where Uncle Josh was going, saying, “this is Mississippi over here. Daddy is going with Uncle Josh and he’s going to live with his mommy and sister. And then Daddy is going to fly back to us, but Uncle Josh will stay there. “
My heart just melted.
I have been so full of love. Truly, you reap what you sew.
Today I leave Oregon. Surely not for the last time, but for a long time.
Thankful for the love had here. The opportunity to call myself many things. To be a friend and lover and all those wonderful things.
My heart is full.
As is my gas tank, ready to take me to my next point of origin.
And once again, I will describe my world as “in transit”.
The horizon is up ahead, and I will let it shine brightly on my face.
You were a wonderful home.