Counting

Counting.

The things I will dearly miss

and the things I will be happy to leave in France.

The excitements of coming "home"

and the sadness of leaving a new found love.

When I left, I wrote about being a "rooted tree"
and in so many ways I feel like I'm straddling the collision of two worlds,

yet again.

This marks the downward spiral of packing and moving,
just as I feel like I'm finally "settled".

Am I ready?

I've not a clue