The Slow Moving Feet

This would be my final post written from the valley.

I had originally intended to write a long farewell post, but the dangers of sounding like I've been given the death sentence is present. LOL.

Going abroad is a gift, an adventure, and I try hard to keep that in mind. Alas, even hermits have things (and pets and people) that are hard to leave behind. To list down everything I will miss would be an impossibly tedious task, but then again, I figured out a way to simply it.

What I will miss:
1. EVERYTHING.

*sigh*

My bags are all packed (slightly overpacked by MAS standards, actually) and lined up by the door. To have packed up my entire existence into two suitcases was in itself an emotional process.

There are certain things about the valley that cannot be seen elsewhere, cannot be replicated by anyone. There are things about the valley that belong to the valley, in the valley.

I have lived in this valley, this house, this room almost all my life, and the thought of having to start another life elsewhere fills my stomach with butterflies.

This is it then.
One small step for man, one giant leap into the future.

Farewell valley,
until we meet again.





aj redmusketeer,
9th Rock SDE.