And here it is: the moment I've dreaded/looked forward to/avoided/awaited. Tomorrow at 11h00 I will be boarding a plane back to the United States.
My bags are packed and waiting beside the door. I came here with 2. There are now 4. I hope that I can take them all with me; I hope that they are all within their weight limits.
I am not good with endings or goodbye's. I tend to be one of those people who avoids them at all cost, walking away without a backwards glance. So I will fall back into that old pattern once again.
This is the end of "A Field Guide to Being Lost" - I am no more found than I was at the beginning of it.
So there it is. The end.
My bags are packed and waiting beside the door. I came here with 2. There are now 4. I hope that I can take them all with me; I hope that they are all within their weight limits.
I am not good with endings or goodbye's. I tend to be one of those people who avoids them at all cost, walking away without a backwards glance. So I will fall back into that old pattern once again.
This is the end of "A Field Guide to Being Lost" - I am no more found than I was at the beginning of it.
So there it is. The end.
Well done, Cole. Being lost and getting found are different things, and I suppose you wouldn't have titled the blog the way you did if you expected something different.
ReplyDelete"no more found than you were at the beginning of it"?
ReplyDeleteI really doubt that when you really look down deep.
and welcome home friend=) start planning a trip to Bridgewater!