It is my last day of work for the San Francisco Mime Troupe. In one week I move out of my beloved house and three days later I leave this city.
How strange. I am so looking forward to the things that are coming next and yet I am heartbroken thinking about leaving.
It is a cold morning today (what happened to that heat wave?) and I feel a bit like those little fog fingers have gone all into my stomach making things feel empty and lonely.
I never have been very good at leaving places behind.