Leaving in six days. It still does not seem real. But two signs it may be time to go somewhere else after all– it is so cold that my fingertips burn under my gloves (-20) and my highly symbolic postcard wall has been shedding, things that have stayed in place for five months losing their grip. It hurts a bit, but pain is the price of pleasure is it not?
I would write more but I have to go meet my friend Philippe from Vancouver. Tomorrow I’m meeting Didier and his wife and some friends from school. Seems like every meeting is a goodbye meeting, and I’m getting a bit old for this.
