Just under one month until The Big Shift, and it's finally starting to sink in that I'm counting down my last days in Ohio. I'm starting to notice little things I'll miss, starting to do certain things, see certain places for the last time.
Like my mulberry trees. We have four or five mulberry trees around our yard, and in the summer, when the mulberries are ripe, the branches bend toward the ground, heavy with fruit. Tilly the Dog LOVES mulberries. First she scours the ground for the fallen, then she'll stand on her back legs and stretch her neck like a damn giraffe. Or maybe a brontosaurus. Of course, she'll shit red and blue for the next two days, but whatever. Anyway, I'll miss those trees, and the way the older berries smell like wine. Which is basically the smell of rotting fruit, but distinct nonetheless. I don't even know if there are mulberry trees in Minnesota. Just one of about a billion things I'll have to learn over the next few months.
Other things. I've likely written my last column for the paper. Turned in my last order form at the comic shop. Made my last journey to see a show at The Beachland. Hell, possibly made my last journey to Cleveland, period. I wonder what kind of critters will hang around the yard wherever we end up living initially. I love my squirrels. I love my woodchuck and the occasional duck in the in the morning. I love sitting in the backyard at dusk, watching the bats play tag. Will I have bats in Minnesota?
Don't get me wrong. I'm excited as a fat kid at Sizzler to get out of here. But I've never actually experienced a whole lot of 'lasts'. Now I'm looking at a month of them. This is gonna be a weird mix of melancholy and elation.
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Wow, we are going through almost the same exact thing right now, aren't we? Well... I don't really want to leave SF; it's more of a "have to" thing for me. But I feel you on the melancholy part.
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