Since my boxes left, my mind has been swirling with thoughts of tying up this life and opening up for my next adventure.
I admitted to a friend that the only apprehension I have (at the moment) is that, as a bonefide Control Freak, I'm unable to control the events of the next few months... and whereas years of experience in learning from my mistakes means I'm usually able to respond pretty successfully to surprises, responding in a lingua straniera in an unknown environment universally believed to be confusing and chaotic by design... truth be known I'm preemptively freaking out about my future loss of control.
To bide time until the out-of-control actually comes to pass, I'm trying to keep my mind focused... tying up loose ends... administrivia....