Another Reflection
I thought I was ready to leave South Africa. But I'm not. I am going to miss this old house that I've been living in, miss the sound of the train rushing by, the wind blowing through the trees in our yard that are older than the house, the beautiful blue sky, the sea, and the mountain. Saying goodbye to people will be hard, but saying goodbye to feelings and emotions that I have from the landscape? It will be heartbreaking. I got a full body massage this afternoon (which was lovely) and while walking back by myself along the road, I took some time to listen to the sounds of people enjoying the evening with a game of soccer amongst friends, by riding a bike with happy barking dogs trailing behind, or by jogging with friends. I took a few deep breaths as I admired the clouds over Table Mountain and slowly meandered home. I'm not ready to say goodbye to Cape Town. It is home. But I have a life to go back to.
Speaking of which, I am looking forward to seeing my family, giving my gifts, sleeping on my memory foam bed, having my laptop back, and eating good food. I am not looking forward to the snow, the cold temperatures, and going back to work. I am afraid I'll get home and these past three months will feel like nothing more than dream that felt so real but never really happened. Time moves so quickly. One second isn't long enough sometimes. One hour can go by in an instant. And three months can go by in a blink of an eye. I tried to slow it down, but only I slowed down, not time.
Tomorrow is my last day at Scalabrini. I want to take pictures with everyone and try not to turn all red from crying. I've been successful at keeping my tears at bay, but as I am less than 48 hours from departure, I do not know how long it'll stay that way. I hope that somehow Brian has made it back from Zimbabwe and will be at Scalabrini tomorrow to say goodbye. I hope everyone comes tomorrow to have pictures taken with me and say their goodbyes. I shall need lots of paper for many email addresses. And lots of tissues.
Tomorrow afternoon I need to pack and fill out my evaluation.
I'm off to try to relax and then bed soon.
Speaking of which, I am looking forward to seeing my family, giving my gifts, sleeping on my memory foam bed, having my laptop back, and eating good food. I am not looking forward to the snow, the cold temperatures, and going back to work. I am afraid I'll get home and these past three months will feel like nothing more than dream that felt so real but never really happened. Time moves so quickly. One second isn't long enough sometimes. One hour can go by in an instant. And three months can go by in a blink of an eye. I tried to slow it down, but only I slowed down, not time.
Tomorrow is my last day at Scalabrini. I want to take pictures with everyone and try not to turn all red from crying. I've been successful at keeping my tears at bay, but as I am less than 48 hours from departure, I do not know how long it'll stay that way. I hope that somehow Brian has made it back from Zimbabwe and will be at Scalabrini tomorrow to say goodbye. I hope everyone comes tomorrow to have pictures taken with me and say their goodbyes. I shall need lots of paper for many email addresses. And lots of tissues.
Tomorrow afternoon I need to pack and fill out my evaluation.
I'm off to try to relax and then bed soon.
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