Homeward Bound …Almost – At Sea – [12/09/2014]

It always feels so very strange, taking everything down, packing everything up. Especially with so much time left to do it. It always feels as if I’m…well, sneaking out! Like any moment now someone is going to come along and say “nope, can’t go home after all”

You laugh, it’s happened! They can easily extend a contract at a moment’s notice. But no, this worn little gypsy is definitely going home – to family and cats and Christmas trees.

But that’s still a few days from now, right now I’m somewhat occupied packing down the cabin. I do tend to keep it as simple as possible, but half of what makes my room “home” is how much I bring with me. So one by one, all the pictures come down from the walls, the various nick-knacks I’ve acquired get packed away. My Anne of Green Gables doll has been packed carefully face down in a hard-sided suitcase with plenty of clothes around her to keep her from getting damaged, so has the Tinker Bell mug I picked up in Italy (of all places), almost all that’s left to do now is strip the bed and pack the duffle bag.

Ghost Girl is as trained up as I can get her (though if she doesn’t get a little bit of self-confidence she’s going to have a hard time of it out here!), and for the last few days I’ve been more on call than anything. This afternoon I spent an hour in the back room covering books. I know practically I could just take a few days “paid vacation” but it just wouldn’t feel right.

And of course there’s still the eval to do, my report card won’t be in until probably the final day, although my boss has assured me multiple times that I have nothing to be concerned about, and this time ( for once) I actually am willing to take her at her word.

So…like the song says “make my bed and light the light…”