For the last few weeks, I’ve been walking around in my old life while I await something new.
Not everyone knows where I’m going. Or that I’m leaving.
But those that do greet me with a hollowness and a question: Why are you still here?
Or maybe it’s just me, pushing my own ideas out onto them.
Either way, there is nothing to do except be uncomfortable and inhabit this space as I can.
I will move carefully. Slowly. There is no reason to break anything on the way out.
