Someone I know has made me an offer that I would be stupid to refuse. That might mean changing my address. To a different country. Permanently.
Someone I used to know was in my dream a couple of nights ago. But, for the first time, I was not aching when I woke up. That might mean something. Hopefully.
And even though I'm excited about finally moving (forward or backward, I do not know nor care), there is a certain sense of sadness at the idea of leaving behind the life and people that I am accustomed to.
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”
- Anatole France