It hit me today while cleaning, not your normal cleaning but the we are getting ready to move kind of clean. It’s the kind we you start questioning everything you own “Is this worth carting across the world” “hum I wonder if this will survive this move” then under the bed I found a bag. It’s a gym bag I used in Nebraska filled with goggles and caps forgotten over this year. I lost it and now I can’t find control. My friends!! I hate leaving my friends! I’m mourning last year’s move and the one coming up. I know that soon I’ll find the ever present unfeeling place. The calloused area of my heart that has done this my whole live but today right now I am crying for every friend I’ve ever left and those I’m getting ready to leave again.
Now to go pretend, to smile at Summers teachers to chat with other parents about the upcoming school year, when all I can think is in exactly 2 months none of this will matter. In two months I start all over again….. In two months you will forget that I was even here…….
