the week of lasts

Oct 08, 2010 21:32

we will be on our way one week from now. and despite nearly a year's worth of planning and anticipating, there is still just enough time behind which one can hide and, if only subconsciously, pretend that i'm not actually leaving. i don't know why i would want to do this, mind, because i really can't wait to be going - but i do still find myself feeling that this isn't actually real. possibly because i still have so much to sort. and i think i've been wondering and talking about it all for so long that in my mind it has become more a thing to think and talk about, rather than to do. still, going and doing it should, by my calculations, sort all that.

it is now that i realise that my relative stasis in life this past two and a half years, despite being frustrating for a large part, has been quite a comfortable and enjoyable time. and typical though it is, and although i do not languish after it, i've only realised this now that this way of life is coming to an end. for i see, i'm not just leaving the country - i'm leaving my job, and everything that went with that, including the ludicrously (although increasingly ordinary) early starts, late finishes, written-off weekends, and seemingly unabated (though usually self-inflicted) sleep-deprivation that i've ended up learning to enjoy. i'll also miss all the free time i've had in afternoons and mornings to tend to my pursuits, whether musical, social or ...just sleeping a lot. and that's not to mention the friends i've made - one in particular!

this week, then, has truly been the 'week of lasts' that sally deemed it to be, and it is therefore with many fond memories of my time at itfc that i make my final preparations both to leave work and to leave the country. and i'll be doing both with a jolly good PISS UP, which is always a lark.
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