So most of this week was spent running around and saying goodbye to people. (Even our banker had well wishes to impart.) I'm trying my best not to have any expectations, really. (Because we all know what expectations lead to: kitten death.) But, they creep on, quietly, insidiously. Small tendrils unfurling, narrow fingers grasping. Stealing away sleep and breath, anointing in their place the small, petty fears that I keep trying to outgrow.
But, there's also the thrill and anticipation of finally leaving, of starting something new again. That pink excitement, that purple high.
Whatever. I'm probably overpacking. I blame Pablo.
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