And so it begins...this new life in Brisbane, Australia. It's Thanksgiving weekend in the USA and I'm home on a Saturday night sorting, planning, cleaning, catching up on my rest. I've got a good start on the living space. Now, the garage and back yard ... and those feel the most threatening ... they have the most cruft.
I can hardly believe it sometimes. And yet, it won't go away. The engine is engaged and the commitment made. I fear the details, but know I will survive. I'm hoping I'll do more than survive, and perhaps thrive. It would be delightful to find happiness, joy, beauty, pleasure, and abundance.
A guilty pleasure: the thought that I'll have a somewhat exotic accent.
Mostly these days, I've been feeling very sad at leaving all my friends and family. Parting with my Dad is going to be very hard. It feels more final than most leavings. It seems more likely than not that he will be much worse before I return.
There are so many things left to do ... moving, changing addresses, getting new bank accounts in Australia, renting the house, selling the vehicles, saying goodbye to my friends, and keeping up with the job.
I'm putting together this blog to keep a regular record of my life in Brisbane. Right now, I'm still situated in San Francisco. I've already made commitments, and I'm on my way. These are the last few weeks I'll have in the States. I guess for a while, it'll just be a record of the house, getting it sorted, cleaned, the tree pruned, the stuff moved, the stuff sold, the runs to the dump, all the details of closing up a house and getting ready to move to the other side of the planet.
I'm experimenting with photoblogging, so I'll try to upload pictures from my travels as I go along. Overall, bear with me. I'm hoping I can post here pretty frequently. I'm going so far away, and I want all my friends who are interested to know what I've been up to. It's going to be a long time before we'll be able to catch up in person.
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