A Kind Of But Not Really Goodbye
Do you ever get tired of your computer? Because I do. Not that I’d ever tell her that (please don’t spill the beans) I don’t want to crush her innocent spirit. She’s a darling. An aging darling though, she’s freezing on me plural times a day, which is new. She’s always been so well behaved.But there comes a time each year, around the middle of May most of the time (very fortunate timing) where my body starts to reject keyboard time. There’s this electric feeling coursing through my blood stream saying, screaming in fact, "Saturation point! Saturation point! Saturation point!" and this internal method thoughtfully reminds me to run, run far away. To find a land where computers, while not forbidden, are immoral, a place where dolphins (who may take the form of trout) carouse in the evening calm, where the food is hearty and the moose are… moose, where there’s no need to romanticize because the setting will do it for you.
It is most fortunate that this so coincidentally coincides with the end of the semester and the stress of finals week. Because this just so happens to be that time of year where I do get to find this magical land.
So yes, I’m leaving you. Not for good or anything, but we’re talking like a once a week kind of posting. Please don’t be mad at me. I need this. It is what makes me human and loveable and endearing. We must all have a Home whether it be home or a sporting camp deep in the heart of the Maine woods, where we retire for some amount of time to recharge. And that’s what this is.
This is not goodbye, this is see you later, keep in touch, and I’ll do my best to do the same. FYI I’m going to try to focus what posts I am available for on Dear Miss Eliza, so make sure you get really curious and ask lots of questions and keep me busy, all right?
See you in the fall… or in a week, whichever comes first.
p.s. party at my house tonight. Cake and ice cream for 700!
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