In a fortnight I’ll be leaving the country I’ve been living in, and the job I’ve been doing, for the last six months. But I think my brain has already packed its bags and got on the plane without the rest of me…
Partly because these last days at work will be difficult and stressful – and because, short of unexpected disasters, there’s not much more for me to do but manage the process I planned months ago. Which is important, and will be challenging, but it’s not inspiring somehow.
Partly because with such a short time to go there’s no point starting anything new, so my time is spent saying goodbye to people rather than planning new and exciting things to do with them.
And partly because what’s ahead (a month of tango in Buenos Aires!) is such an exciting prospect.
I keep finding myself going round my flat identifying what to pack and what to give away.
And I’ve just recieved a whole stack of books (including the latest by three of my favourite authors (Diana Wynne Jones, Garth Nix and Eoin Colfer), and displaying incredible self-control by not reading them – they’re scheduled to be read when I arrive in Buenos Aires. Which sort of emphasises the feeling of life being on hold.
It’s not unpleasant, but it is an odd feeling – to be here but to have already left.
It’s also not conducive to much blogging, so please bear with me… much more exciting stuff to come soon!
