Urge For Going

"I get the urge for going, but I never seem to go."

I have written all the letters, signed all the forms, test-packed and wrapped up my things, closed my bank account, and drank my last beer.  I'm rocking on my heels in the doorway, looking out at a gunmetal sky.

Tasmania, you have burrowed a seed in my stomach that will grow branches into a new, beautiful life.

Everyone, my new loved ones, thank you.  Our dance never ends, the music is just harder to hear.

Farewell.