two weeks

the change is on its way. I’m finishing up at work, and looking at flights now. I’ve been ready for the move in my head, though it’s always been something far off, an idea that, for the most part, has seemed as though it might always be dangling out of my reach. though I’m excited for a return to life away from the familiar, all of a sudden it feels as though everything’s moving awfully fast.

I called Fieke last night. we spoke about our lives now compared to our shared lives in Lewes: the pastimes and places and people we still miss. despite the distance and time between us, I count myself lucky to still have such a dear friend to share my thoughts with. I think she’s doing well, and I’m very proud of her regardless.

if all goes to plan I’ll have left the island in two weeks time. the days will disappear and no doubt I’ll run out of time to do everything I should before I leave. in the midst of the turning of cogs and time I try to stop to breathe and feel the moments and the emotions they bring. hoping for rain sometime soon. settling for wind against my window at night. <<