Final Countdown.

It's finally raining, hard, after watching the looming clouds overhead for so long.  Although I can't feel it inside the apartment, the relief must surely bring down the humidity in the air.  For now I'll have to be content with the clammy feeling on my skin & the Foo Fighters plugged into my ears. After talking with a friend of mine we both realized that early next week I'll be moving away.  Some friends of mine were so kind to put together a going away party where I got to see a bunch of my friends get together and recognize my leaving.  I haven't had a big party for myself since 4th grade so I found myself anxious in anticipation, worrying that I should be doing something to prepare or ensure the satisfaction of my party goers. Needless to say, I had nothing to fret about and (surprise!) were self-sufficient in entertaining themselves just fine.  It was fun and I felt loved.  Not like I ever doubted.  

Because everyone's schedules are different, I've had a staggered set of goodbyes.  Certain ones have invoked me to go through a quick stage of release and recovery.  Carefully held back tears during the encounter,  a few streams afterward, a sense of acceptance, & walking away thinking about the next thing I have to accomplish during the day.  I predict it'll be like this over the next week. 

Sometimes it'd kind of hard.