... I will live out of a suitcase again.
... I will cry and dance.
... I will cuddle up with my little family.
... I will be strong.
... I will put myself out there, creating a new life.
... I will have to make an effort (in many ways!).
... I will breathe.
HONESTLY
... I have no idea what will be.
BUT
... I will be good.
yes, we got our flights booked and as much as I'd want to just live until the day I go, everyone living this kind of live knows, it's not really possible :-)
are we ever ready to move on? no, never. to me it doesn't really matter how many years were spend, I realise it only now. I've lived in Cairo for almost 5 years now and yes, it hurts to leave friends and all the things one got so used to. still, I can still feel the sting from when I left Benghazi, after only one year there. and I could go on like that...it's the people you meet, who make your life what it is.
I'm teaching my last yoga classes in the next couple of weeks and as much as I don't want to count them down, people keep asking "how many more?"... oh, who knows, I might not even do all of what's planned or more...
what's left? all this never comes easy. all I know is, I don't have to be strong. I just want to take it all in. surround me with what I love here and especially the people I can still share it with, the rest will come and YES...
... all will be good.
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