“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.”
– Beryl Markham, West With the Night
Apparently, this is the only way Megan and I know how to leave a place, so I sure hope that Beryl was right.
Exactly one month after we first saw our new home, I stood on our San Francisco roof as the moving truck loaded the last boxes of our miscellaneous random unorganized possessions, and scanned the foggy horizon for whales.
I didn’t see any whales, but I also didn’t wait very long. Even if we are only moving across the bridge, I find it too hard to dwell on what we’re leaving behind. Instead, I was already thinking about waking up the next morning in our new house. To birds and deer and sunshine.
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