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Counting down.

Not long till I head off back to Kansas City now. It is starting to sink in. I’ve had friends visiting till yesterday, and so it’s seemed quite far off. But now I realize that it is less than a week till I again bring my packed bags to the airport and yet again relocate for a time. Don’t get me wrong, I am very excited about all that this new chapter entails, it’s just the process of change I find a bit unsettling, which isn’t really surprising seeing as I am un-settling from here and settling in a new place.

I was writing a list of the things I need to get done. The problem with my lists is that although they are good to have, having written something down doesn’t mean I get round to doing it quicker. It’s there, and it will get done, but I tend to get distracted by other things that pop up along the way which probably didn’t need doing at all, but which I end up doing first (I was going to write instead, but that wouldn’t be accurate). So the list is written, or at least started. I was translating my newsletter yesterday and getting it ready for send-out (another item on my list), maybe I’ll tick that item off today.

It feels good to be going, but also daunting, and although I feel a real peace, I am a bit curious of how it’ll be. I try to not to have many expectations, but we all know that even if you think you don’t have expectations, you usually have some hidden somewhere, and you only realize they were there when they aren’t met.

That’s me for today, or at least this morning.

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