The clock is ticking. The sand is fast running out. Increasingly I find myself unconsciously noticing little things like how the toothpaste tube is losing its fat, rotund shape like a model on a crash diet after last night’s binge. The can of shaving foam is losing its fizz after months (hey I am not a very hirsute guy, ok?) of use and it won’t be long before I have to plop down cash for a replacement. The burning question is if I need to buy a new can before I leave this place.
After almost 2 years of working in my current location, I am finally being transferred back to my home town. Change is always painful for me hence the mixed feelings. On one hand I am ripe for some scenery swapping but on the other how has my old stomping ground changed and will it accept me back into its folds? Will it kick up a fuss about how I have abandoned it and give me grief about the lost time?
Another chapter comes to a close and what’s in store for me? Right now I am driving a car and in the rear view mirror is the past, the open road up front, the future. Wish me luck!