I am in the midst of moving. It is a task filled with mixed emotions. Moves always mark a change and this move too starts something new, leaves something behind. In packing, I find myself unearthing all kinds of wonderful things that are symbols of past adventures, past loves and past stories. Many of these objects representing other times must go. I sometimes feel swallowed by the heady memories and need space in life for the future possibilities.
As the days gather between now and my years in Kenya I wish to get back there. Not physically in any sense, but to be back in that emotional place where my experiences seemed ripe and fresh, my friendships delectable and work only one thin slice of my life.
As the days gather between now and my years in Kenya I wish to get back there. Not physically in any sense, but to be back in that emotional place where my experiences seemed ripe and fresh, my friendships delectable and work only one thin slice of my life.
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