power walking

I woke up somber this morning and have remained that way today. I suppose I imagined that I would be elated and I'm not. The harsh reality of prolonged goodbyes and an empty home have hit harder than I could have predicted. For the first time, I will be a nomad without a home or my own space, in a foreign land and I have no clue as to how that will feel. The irony is that the whole point of this journey is to seek simplicity and move complication and drama out of my life. I have managed to do that and perhaps the catharsis is so powerful that I am reeling in its wake. I just have to muscle my way through this week and all will be revealed. Allegedly.