THE DOOR IS OPEN

On the 8th of May it will be eleven months since I arrived to Chascomus, exactly eleven months. In my adult years I have not stayed in one place for such a long time. Perhaps my pace has changed. Indeed it has, coming to think of it. In all the journey I always knew my exit upon coming. Two weeks I considered a long stay, two months - that was incredibly long. What are those eleven months then in comparison? A time. So now, how to make it into a story? - that is the question. Many would have to be told. Still most would be left unsaid.

The time of my leaving is near. It is strange, but at the same time such a natural feeling to disappear. I have done it so many times already in so many places. It is same, and it is different. Always.
So I go. It is as if I die for this place. Sad. But it is time. I knew it would be coming and was even surprised that it did not come sooner.

I look at the horizon and know that this sadness will be gone the moment I embrace my road. And now I take it in - my sadness. All of it. Because later it will be gone.

If I were ever to return here in some distant "tomorrow", it would be different as the me of my tomorrow would be different. And this place here, although familiar, would be strange. As the me of my tomorrow would also be a stranger to it.

I feel protected, but not in charge. I feel strong. I feel deeply touched by everything that has happened so far. I feel grateful. I feel that the journey must go on. The horizon calls, the road awaits and has been overpatient. In less than a week I set off into the unknown. It is going to be one very special day. A day where the chain would continue allowing things to happen in their own order, the best and the right one, no question.