The more I write while I’m here, the more I realize that I have a lot of individual stories than I am sharing. What I’ve been writing is a real generalization and without nuances like inflection or gestures, some things cannot be accurately conveyed. Maybe I’ll get to them, maybe not, but they’ll probably be told in some form to at least some people.
On to Sunday…
I write this as I sit in the parking lot preparing to leave. This is the day we close. The day we say goodbye for another year. Frantically trying to fit in all the last-minute things we wanted to make a point to do. New friends and connections made are put on hold for another year until we do it all again.
There are no regrets for me. Every year becomes the best year yet and this is no exception. But as good a year as this has been, coming home for 5 days, my other home waits for me. My shower is calling, my bed is waiting.
And my cats are probably hungry.