My neighbor got a cat, and when I drive home at night I love seeing it at the window. It’s these little things I know I’ll miss when I’m away and why I get a little bluesy before traveling. Then again, I’m lucky to have a life where there are so many little things to miss, so many routines I don’t want to disrupt.
I will obviously also miss the horses and the Biggest Dog in the Universe, of course, the night herons and their babies, the friends I walk with in the evenings, Bobby and Nancy, my pink bicycle, all my art supplies, and the list could go on and on.
As always I am afraid of the transformation the trip will produce in me, because such trips tend to be transformative and I’m usually not ready to transform.
But I am packed and at least in that sense ready. The rest is really stuff I cannot control.