I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Yesterday morning I woke up in my car for the last time in what could be a long time. I lay there in my morning haze listening to the birds chirping and the shopping carts banging together. After a while I got psyched up to begin my day of last times. I drove to campus for the last time, wondering what it would be like not to drive within the first ten minutes of waking up. I took a shower in the gym for the last time and cleaned out my locker. I went to see my lovely office ladies, sitting at the desk I took over two years ago. Would you believe that as a going away gift the ladies paid for more than half of the belt I need? Ever since Maine the extreme squeaking is at an all time loud and now I have cash to fix it next week.
|An amazing gift from Debbie, our resident quilter|
Living in my car means that I haven't had a place to go "home" to. Consequently, the office has doubled as my home. I had a french press, books, art supplies. All sorts of stuff I'd collected over the past two years and stashed in drawers and closets. If the office has been my home then the ladies have been my roommates, hanging out with me all day every day, talking through decisions, getting me through Spanish, commiserating about professors. It was hard to say goodbye, but I did and I headed out of town for the last time.
I don't know exactly what I'm up to this summer. I want to work outside if possible, taking advantage of the sunshine, but I'm still going to miss chatting in the office.On to the next adventure!