Here we go again.
At least this time, my suitcases are lighter. Much lighter. The line I work for has revised their uniforms, which means that I no longer have to wear my own business casual wear in the evenings (that’s the upside, the sad thing is that it means no more proper formal dresses…all uniforms all the time, Cinderella has hung up her ballgowns) – which means I have to pack a lot less. For once it’s looking like my suitcases are going to weigh in under at the airport.
I don’t know exactly how I feel about leaving this time. In a way, I’m looking forward to going back to work, and I certainly am looking forward to having income (when I’m not working, I’m technically unemployed, that gets expensive). But…I don’t know, it feels strange this time. Perhaps it’s because Amras and I are not on the same ship, I won’t see him again until July, if I’m lucky. Perhaps it’s because of the new kitten, who’s just starting to get used to me (and this will be the first time he’s ever had someone leave the house and not come back for a long time, I worry about the fuzzball).
But whatever the reason, I’m at least looking forward to getting out and seeing things again. There’s still a world outside my front door after all, no matter how strange a world it may sometimes be.
Biblo Baggins was right, it’s a dangerous business stepping out your front door. But at least in my case, I have good walking shoes…