After four years at the foot of Kilimanjaro I am moving on. The time has come and now once again I have to pack up my life. Easier said than done. For I am the ultimate procrastinator, the person who says "I'll do it next weekend." Unfortunately I am starting to run out of weekends. The movers have dropped off the boxes which are stacked against the lounge wall staring at me, willing me to assemble them.
But as I am about to start I decide it's very necessary for me to check my email first, see what friends are doing on Facebook, maybe have a shower and wash my hair. Procrastination. It's my worst enemy.
It's not like I don't want to leave, I do. I am over power cuts, slow internet, ants, geckos, barking dogs and all the other things that wear me down. But it's the people who are hard to leave behind, friends and co-workers and the mountain which looked so beautiful yesterday evening as the sun's last rays turned the snowy top pink. Four years is quite a long time, you make connections and leaving them behind is never easy. This however, is the lot of the international school teacher. It's a transient world with people coming and going all the time. Something you never get used to. Some connections you'll keep for a lifetime and others you'll make empty promises about keeping in touch. But of course this has nothing really to do with the packing and sorting I should be doing now. Best to get started I guess.