It’s strange to be making a choice to leave my life behind. I can't shake some sadness and regret. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to prepare; am I supposed to act like everything is normal?
It seems dishonest to try to get involved in on-going commitments. I won't be around. Everything is going to go on. Without me.
Maybe I felt like this when I moved here from Virginia, but I don't remember. I was hoping to think through to some realization while writing, I didn't.
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Interesting choice of words.
What life are you leaving behind? You are leaving situations and some people, but you're not leaving a life.
Life is all about moving. Even people who seem like they are standing still are full of movement on the inside.
Wow, I feel all existential now. It hurts my head.
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