Dreams of leaving
Mar. 6th, 2012 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt is seriously weird, being the one who's going away. That's not what I do. I basically spent my first twenty years in Oxford, saying goodbye to people as they went away and I stayed put; my last thirty years I've spent in Newcastle, doing the same thing.
There are other weirdnesses in my future - getting married, living with someone else - but sufficient unto the day is the weirdness thereof, and this week is all about me leaving.
It is of course also utterly weird for my friends, which sometimes I forget. It's not the end of everything, but it is the end of this, which possibly nobody had budgeted for. I expect other people take their friends for granted, the way I do, until suddenly they up sticks and are gone. Some of mine are really rather cross about it all.
But the really, really weird thing? Is trimming out a pair of lamb's kidneys and not feeding the cores to the boys from my fingers, turn and turn about. It seems a terrible waste.
There are other weirdnesses in my future - getting married, living with someone else - but sufficient unto the day is the weirdness thereof, and this week is all about me leaving.
It is of course also utterly weird for my friends, which sometimes I forget. It's not the end of everything, but it is the end of this, which possibly nobody had budgeted for. I expect other people take their friends for granted, the way I do, until suddenly they up sticks and are gone. Some of mine are really rather cross about it all.
But the really, really weird thing? Is trimming out a pair of lamb's kidneys and not feeding the cores to the boys from my fingers, turn and turn about. It seems a terrible waste.