I’ve moved a number of times in my life. Each time, I embrace the new and am eager to move on. It’s the same now. Sydney calls. My friends and family call. All my possessions currently locked up in storage call.
This morning I bought my ticket out of Bhutan. I fly out on Friday. But as I was walking out of the airline office, I had to fight hard to keep from crying. The friends I’ve made here are close, but I’m not sure that those friendships are stronger than I had in Japan or Belgium or Australia. To see the mountains and know it’s the last time – that I won’t see them again for… Normally I’ve stayed in a country for 3 years before I move on. Could it be that?
Of course there’s Marie. I don’t know what will become of us after this and it has my emotions stripped raw. But it’s more than that. Bhutan has a lot of problems – some of which seem like they could be easily solved – but I think back to the first months I had here when I thought that Bhutan was the most civilised country I’ve ever been to. I still think it’s true. The problems, even those that could be easily solved, aren’t any bigger than we have in other countries.
I can’t stay here. I don’t want to. But I don’t want to leave either.
Truly hope that the best come to both of you. See ya in Sydney in Feb!