September has been kind and heavy.
The daily routine wore me down, maybe softened some shaper edges. Gave me time to think.
It exhausted me, so much time had to be spent on calorie intake.
I don’t like to work, but I like this work.
I am grateful.
With my heart I have untangled some heavier emotions – the stillness of the routine allowed for it.

I miss Moçambique so, so much.

Soon, I will be on the road again.
I am scared, I am excited.
There is not really another place for me to be right now than moving.
It is decided.

No matter how exhausing the work was, I still walked out with a heavy heart on my last day.
So many things left undone.
This illusion of a stable life, left behind.
Ah, well.
Next time.

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(This story told in pictures.)