The Last Word

Well, it’s Thursday, the night before the day I fly away, and I am in that weird time between here and there. It’s been an excellent trip – full of things I had hoped for as well as things I had dreaded – and now I am ready to come home. I miss my front porch and the delicious ability to walk to the corner store at any time of day or night. Not everything is greener over there, of course. I would very much like to retain the late-nights-without-fear-of-early-mornings; the yoga; and the new lazy walk I’ve been cultivating. But something tells me board meetings and work commitments may soon render these lovely habits a distant memory. While I cannot imagine returning to the regular everyday, I guess all that is also exactly what I am most looking forward to.

And now, although the daily writing habit is one I am determined to preserve, it is time to bring this little ‘blog experiment to an end. I gather from emails that many of you have been following along with the tape, turning the pages with the bell or in your own time, but either way, finding something to interest you along the way – and I just want to thank you for taking the time it takes. Writing this has been a great way to keep my own journal (something I have never been very good at), but also knowing people are out there reading it has been an extra incentive.

And now for a moment of complete self-centeredness (as if a ‘blog weren’t enough). Some of you out there will know that I very much do not like flying. So tomorrow (Friday), wherever you are (for Vancouverites, this is at about 8:30 in the morning as you are trying to get out of bed/on your way to work/having your coffee break…you know who you are; for Torontonians, it’s around early lunch time; and in Britain, it’s got to be tea time. I think Angola’s close enough to be the same as my time zone, so Jeet, that’s 5:30pm for you) – anyway, wherever you are, please think about wide open fields for me and I will try to absorb myself in your thoughts as opposed to my own about just how tiny and confined the seat I’m sitting in actually is.

After about 32 hours in planes and airport bars (there’s a country song in there somewhere), I will be home in the evening of the 21st. I expect the weather to be gorgeous, so please arrange this for me. And I guess that’s that.

Love to you all and see you soon!

s.