Heading out tomorrow.

Oddly, I am not the least bit nervous about this: neither about the flight nor about the prospect of a new life living in the desert. I would think that I should be, but for some odd reason I am quite calm. Usually, I am stricken with anticipation anxiety when faced with such prospects. Not this time. I hope this is a good sign (and will take it as such) and not just some sad attempt on my part at denial…a trait I excel at. Actually, I am still, honestly & truly, very excited about what the future holds and look forward to getting to Qatar and all that life has to offer there.

As preamble to this, I have been thinking a lot about leaving…especially given my recent trip across country. I usually hate good-byes, which seem so final…blunt, even…, and instead prefer the idea of leave taking because it offers the option of a friendly returning. Leaving taking is an older, politer, tradition and one I prefer because it requires both parties involved to acknowledge that there is the possibility to the future and its mutual meeting. I like this.

I have left a lot of people lately, but in each instance, I know that I will be seeing them again and there is no small comfort in that. Even if time were to drag out between visits…as it so often does…it is not an inflicting concern because there is the potential for returning, picking up where we left off and continuing on from there. So, with this in mind, I hereby take my leave (even so soon after starting) and will resume from the sultry heat of my new home.

Until then…

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