I’m doing my usual job of panicking whilst packing but I really don’t want to go so that makes it all the harder. I now have stuff at four people’s houses and so am relying on their good will to make sure it doesn’t get lost, and on my own perseverance to ensure I’ll be around again to collect it; there’s some stuff there I’d rather not part with. I just plain don’t want to leave. I am not enjoying this one little bit but I don’t… I was about to say, I don’t have a choice, but it was my decision to do it this way, so in fact, that would be a fallacy.
There are no wrong decisions; there are just life choices. So, I’ve made a choice and now I have to live with it. Grrr.
See you on the other side…
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