In only a few weeks we will turn the page and move to Nairobi.
I wondered how I’d feel when the time came to pack up and leave my island.
I am surprised at the ease I feel.
I am surprised at how ready I am.
I am leaving a very different woman, than the woman who came to this island.
I feel the island launching us into the next chapter of our lives.
I hear it whispering, it’s time to go.
One friend has already left. Another is planning on leaving in the fall.
Even my willow branches have begun to fade and fallen leaves lay scattered on the hardwood floor. I cannot tell you how much I look at those curled up leaves, leaves that grew against all odds, and feel like this is all so meant to be.
I met a lovely woman who ran a shop on the island. She and her husband move around the world every 5 years just because they want to. I asked her, as she was selling the shop and they were getting ready to leave for their next adventure in Australia, how she felt leaving here when she loved it so very much. She said,
“Just because we love it here doesn’t mean we won’t love it even more somewhere else.”
I am riding those words all the way to Kenya.