Friday April 6th.
I am usually a sentimental old fool. One who weeps during most episodes of Dr Who.
Leaving a place has been particularly poignant for me over the years.
I have usually invested something of myself in every place I have been…
But I am no good at all at doing goodbyes. Especially when I know there is no going back.
Today I drove out of Billiluna with the last of my remaining possessions in the back of the Troopy. I said goodbye to only one person. Joe. A friend who is an outsider in the community, like me. And Zeus the dog, whom I am leaving with Joe.
I searched my psyche for some sign of emotion, but there was none. No sorrow or regret. Not even joy. Nor satisfaction. I could not even pat myself on the back for a job well done. I felt no anticipation for what might be next. I was empty and devoid of feeling.
I was tired. But I really had not expected I’d be so drained as to feel nothing at all.
On the drive back to Halls Creek I thought of a few more things that I had not seen when packing up. More things that had been stolen. Most notably my UEBoom2 bluetooth speaker.
So finally I felt something.
So it goes.