Two Weeks

Today is not tomorrow. Tomorrow I am talking to some people about the fact that I’m going away to Canada. I almost feel like shouting, ‘IT’S REALLY NOT THAT LONG’. My perception of time is hard though, because I have very little regularity in my life, so it’s just another adventure that I’m on. I mean, look how fast Africa went by. At least, how little I remember of it now…

The last two weeks are always a bit eerie eeriy eeiry.. uh, let me ctrl+n, dictionary.com this. Eerie. I was right the first time.

The last two weeks are always a bit eerie. Maybe because I often seem to leave in winter, the skies grow darker, the wind gets stronger and more significant – and I don’t mean that in terms of volume. Despite the fact that I’m disconnecting, it’s usually now that I never feel more connnected. Maybe it’s in the breaking that we find where we were strung.

My last shift, my last Desperate Housewives with mum, my last coffee with a friend – it’s all starting. No, it’s well into it. I’m saying goodbye.

The last two weeks are all about saying goodbye, spending time with the people who won’t see you while you are gone, catching up with people who you wouldn’t see in that year anyway. Surrounded by people and yet, because I’m leaving, I’m growing alone.

Not lonely, just alone.

Me and the world and existance.

And God overlooking it all.

So that when the countries and people and passports and immigration and aeroplanes blur around me, all I have to do is look up, and He’s there.