I’m on a countdown now.
John keeps reminding me of how little time I have left before I move and how much I have to do and I’m not going to make it and and I must keep working.
Harder.
I am so tired!
And every decision I have been forced to make has erased another part of me, my past, my attachments, my memories, my joys.
Who am I going to be by the time this is over and I am in another place?.
Not I.
Someone else.