Farewell
28/10/07 10:40 Filed in: segunda vida
Will I make it - or not?
The more I put away, the more lies around - the emptier it looks, the more I see - the more I tick off, the more pops up - the longer I work, the more remains to be done - ...
Herakles had a similar problem with the Hydra: for each head he cut off two more grew back !
For my situation, however, his story can't offer a practical solution. In a condo, scorching what's left is likely to create more problems than it solves!
- - - 
Instead: one more trip to the dumpster, another load of "keep-it-stuff" to be taken to the studio. And in between: organize the farewell party, cancel the last subscriptions, pay the last ( don't I wish!) bills, put the last laundry in, oh, I almost forgot: pack the suitcases - but then: what do I wear when everything is either stored, packed, disposed off, given away, or in the machine, with the dry cleaners or, unfortunately, lost ?
Sounds just like the chicken and egg problem in reverse: not which was first, but what can go last...
Well, I made it, of course - else I wouldn't be able to write about it.
During the farewell party I was able to hand off most of my 'scheduled' good-bye's personally and collect all wishes for a successful launch of my Argentinian adventure.
- - - 
Well, and then it was time to leave.
The gods must have been smiling on me. Just when needed the appropriate angels showed up. The last one, called Andi, appeared at 6am in a Volvo to take me and 150lbs of luggage to the airport.
A last glance to the Swiss sky, which had it written all over: all tracks are heading south !
The more I put away, the more lies around - the emptier it looks, the more I see - the more I tick off, the more pops up - the longer I work, the more remains to be done - ...
Herakles had a similar problem with the Hydra: for each head he cut off two more grew back !
For my situation, however, his story can't offer a practical solution. In a condo, scorching what's left is likely to create more problems than it solves!
- - -
Instead: one more trip to the dumpster, another load of "keep-it-stuff" to be taken to the studio. And in between: organize the farewell party, cancel the last subscriptions, pay the last ( don't I wish!) bills, put the last laundry in, oh, I almost forgot: pack the suitcases - but then: what do I wear when everything is either stored, packed, disposed off, given away, or in the machine, with the dry cleaners or, unfortunately, lost ?
Sounds just like the chicken and egg problem in reverse: not which was first, but what can go last...
Well, I made it, of course - else I wouldn't be able to write about it.
During the farewell party I was able to hand off most of my 'scheduled' good-bye's personally and collect all wishes for a successful launch of my Argentinian adventure.
- - -
Well, and then it was time to leave.
The gods must have been smiling on me. Just when needed the appropriate angels showed up. The last one, called Andi, appeared at 6am in a Volvo to take me and 150lbs of luggage to the airport.
A last glance to the Swiss sky, which had it written all over: all tracks are heading south !
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