Alone, sitting by a bonfire that seems to never want to die out (thanks Frank), my thoughts wonder. I’m calm and serene. It’s done, I did it. I’m jobless and happy. Co-workers (sorry, EX-co-workers) and good friends came tonight to say good bye, celebrate our retirement from work and wish us the best for the future. It is such a good feeling to know you’re being appreciated. Funny how we often wait until we separate before we actually tell someone how much we like him/her…
We’ve been spoiled and covered with presents tonight but now, they’re all gone. Should I be happy or sad? How many of them will I never see again? And what’s the big idea of setting off on such a crazy trip? Loosing contact with friends and family, is it really worth while? After all, it’s comfortable out here by the fire. I must be sick with an undiagnosed sickness because I have to leave. I have to go see. Go see the the world. If it’s as terrible as some say it is, then I’ll come back only happier to have been born here. But I must go there to see it. Lucky me, my partner in life is as sick as I am so there’ll be two of us discovering the world. Come to think about it, it may be those who stay who are out of luck…
Well, I suppose I should go to bed, it’s 3:30 in the morning. Good night everybody. Thanks for everything.
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