A . Dieu

I have never been great at goodbyes - often feeling sad well before the day so that it is almost impossible to have any final enjoyment. I have gotten better; determined to focus on each day even though I can feel the ever presence of departure looming.

And so it is today. In my head I imagine myself incredibly organised, almost swanning through my day - packing, cleaning and anything else easily sorted. But that hasn’t happened and I feel myself chasing my tail as my frustration grows because I cannot simply savour these final moments. C’est la vie. Perhaps next time it/I will be better?