I believe when Eric left for Dubai he mentioned something of having a quarter life crisis, it was all in jest, but I now somewhat relate. Although I do not feel in crisis at all, rather just the opposite. I feel oddly calm. The contents of my house are literally strewn about everywhere. My friend told me that of course my house is a mess, I am packing, but the clutter in my room does not amount to organized, constructive packing. Am I ignoring the transitional weeks ahead? The exciting weeks ahead!? I tend to be a worrier, but I am not really worried. Maybe in denial? Speaking of which I would like to see the Nile. And with this move that is not such a long shot anymore, but I think I need to give Egypt some time to cool off first.
The U-Haul will be packed up and ready for cross country travel in 9 days. I hope I will be too.
So in this next week I will start to say my good byes. The ladies are headed to the baseball game tomorrow, and hopefully I will get a proper ERAC send off on Friday, then I will pat my dog, and hug my roommate and take off in the same direction I came in. Only this time I am going to head a little farther East.
|Three of the Four Ladies of ERAC|