I was wandering about the discomfort I was feeling about when to leave. It occured to me that somehow I have felt on the move for most of my life and some sadness associated with what leaving means. I must ponder this, my expectations of being in a place, the people, relationships. It seems one big trip from one end to another, through life! meeting fellow travellers on the way, sometimes accompanying them for a while and then going our separate ways.