Sand, running through my fingers. Or water. Trying to cup my hands, saving as much as possible. But it is futile. It's still running out, and a part of me wants to just wipe my hands and be done with it.
It started out as months. Then weeks. We're down to days. Soon it will be hours. Minutes. Seconds. Take-off.
I'm at the point where I try to sleep as little as possible, because I don't want to waste my time. I want to hang out with all the wonderful people I know here. And yet - each moment I see them, I know it's a moment closer to leaving. And while it's a moment worth treasuring, it's also instrumental in making me miss these people, these moments even more.
Live in the moment. But the future demands our attention.
My future. I can honestly say I have no idea what it will bring. I know the immediate future. Tuesday. Plans. Wednesday. Plans. Thursday. Plans. Friday - moving out. Saturday. Flight. Sunday. Sleep. But then it starts getting sketchy. Some of the things that might happen are of the life-changing kind. Some I want. Some I don't want. Some I think I want, but I can't be sure just yet. I'm in one of those walks of life, where anything can happen. It's thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Wish me luck. Wish upon me the ability to live in the moment, and to let the future pan out the way it shall. I will see you on the flip side.