Last Day of Work

This was written on Friday, June 27th after my last day of work in Toronto...

I`m sitting in Pearson Airport waiting for my flight to Montreal. I have a heavy heart and tears are just beneath the surface. They will come out eventually, I suppose- a good, long, and hard cry never hurt anybody. Today was the last day for me at WillowWood. I`ve been waiting for this day for a long time and I don`t think that I realized how a few people that I am leaving behind would affect me. It saddens me to think that I won`t see them everyday. No more music, bickering, laughter...considering I thought that I would be able to leave; wipe my hands clean; close another chapter of my Book of Life. Four years have come and goneand still, I am alone on my journey.

Maybe this is why I am sad. Starting over -reinventing myself- has always comeeasy for me; my way of life; my coping mechanism. This is perhaps my main barrier and the reason why I rarely let anyone in or to get close.

People often ask me why I feel the need to keep moving and my glib reply is always ``I`m a nomad`` or ``I`ve got a wandering soul``. Is this indeed fact or fiction´...I`m not even sure myself anymore.

I think I started this journey running away from something (or someone), although I think I have lost sight of the specifics over the years. Can I possibly change my mentality and run towards something instead...is there anything worth running towards...am I even willing to change my ways... The answer: Not too sure...

One thing is certain:my new adventure is promising tobe an interesting and fruitful one.