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ere I go again, uprooting myself to lay down my roots somewhere else. Sometimes I wonder if my roots ever really have time to grow. I may love my life, but this part of it, this part of it is always hard…I think it’s always going to be hard. After all this time, I think that’s just part of the territory
The bad contracts are much easier ot leave then the good ones…and this has been a fabulous one.
But never-the-less yesterday I carefully took all my pictures and posters down off my walls, folded up my prayer flags and tucked away all my statuettes and electric candles, reducing what has been my cozy little apartment for four months into something that is more reminiscent of what I would imagine a college dormitory to look like.
My handover notes are typed and sent, the handouts for next cruise’s classes are printed, the workshop is as updated and tidy as I can make it and this evening I will toss the keys into the office mailbox and I will be officially of duty..
The last thing to pack up is Strange, which will be wrapped carefully in various layers of clothing so that she can be safely taken on the plane, although I will likely still fret about her safety the entire three hour flight.
Three hours to completely change gears…
Already my tour guiding employer is writing and asking what days I’m available over Christmas, already I’m thinking about last minute Christmas shopping…I’m thinking about everything and anything to distract me from the fact that I’m walking down that gangway tomorrow.
And I’m leaving Amras here. Words cannot really express how much I don’t like doing that. It feels like being pulled in two sometimes, walking from one “world” into the next. But when I have to leave him behind on the ship? That hurts more than a little bit. Ugh.
Three hours to completely change gears…
I hate this part…