It is official. The tickets are booked, and my Botswana end date draws near.
Why back to Canada? Well, it’s basically this: I need to sort my life out which includes a way not to be poor.
But I am not totally ready to close the door on Botswana. Why? Well, there is no plan beyond the 15th May when I land in Canada – I will be flat out broke, living in my parent’s basement, searching for the next thing. Funny? On the outside not much has changed since September 2009.
The mixture of emotions right now is starting to make me crazy. Sure, I am happy – hell, I finally made a decision about the next steps, one that I have been waffling about for months. But this isn’t the kind of happy that makes me want to jump around in glee.
I am realising how hard it is to shut down a life.
And the woman that goes home to Canada is so different to the one who stepped foot off that plane more than 3 and a half years ago.
Leaving isn’t something I take lightly.
But today, right now, I choose gratitude with a hint of mourning, and a dash of excitement for what surely will be an even greater chapter in life.