The Great Time of Saying Good-Bye

I am moving.

My inner dialogues have a flair for the dramatic.

Put these two things together and the result is what I have christened "The Great Time of Saying Good-Bye."

I get attached to places, to the confluence of time and space in my daily routines that produces a pattern.  As a writer I depend on these confluences to bring forth my writing self.  I have learned over many years that these confluences have to be actively created and nurtured by me in order for me to produce the work I want to produce.  If I leave things to chance, I won't get anything done.  Habit and environment are stronger than intention.

I get attached to places for this reason.  I spend a great deal of my imaginative life, or I spend a great deal of time in a place, imagining, and that repetition makes the place dear to me.  I get crushes on bushes, and benches, and fond wallpaper.