Time is flying by! This is my last week in Oxford and I'm feverishly trying to get everything in order. I've lived in Eugene so long that I am extremely out of practice at this whole moving thing. It seems that each time I have moved in the past, it was at the end of school, where everyone was graduating and moving at the same time. So you said goodbye, but you also knew what you were leaving wouldn't have looked the same if you had decided to stay. This experience is so
very different.
For starters, I was only here 6 months and had the feeling of this "life" being temporary. What does that mean? I shopped differently, therefore ate differently; developed relationships differently; and made plans only in the short-term. I never created a relationship with local food producers (heck, I wasn't here long enough to even see the farmers market). I didn't stock up on foods or even purchase spices, etc., that I knew I couldn't use up within the time I was here. Instead I ate very simply (and pilfered a few teaspoons from Lauren's spice stash). Also, building good friendships takes time and when you are only around for a short time (and unfortuntately working all the time) they are more difficult to develop. Regardless, I have met many good people here and I have really enjoyed spending time with them. I feel very fortunate that they welcomed me so complete into their lives. I never felt lonely, which can be troubling when moving to a new town, and am so grateful for that!
While I have been here, I am at home, but not at home at the same time. Since I am renting a room in a house that is completely furnished, I am surrounded by things that are not mine. It is like I am a semi-permanent visitor is someone's home. This is by no fault of my "landlords". Lauren and Danny have made me feel completely comfortable and have shared their space very openly and willingly! I'm not sure I would have been able to be so gracious if I were in the same position. I am so thankful to them for being such great friends and housemates. Regardless, it is their home. And, more importantly, it is not mine - my belongings are 2600 miles away.
Another reason this move is different is that I am leaving behind a world that will remain intact. Unlike the college days when everyone scattered across the country and around the world after the magic graduation day - everyone here will remain. So I am the only one that drops out of the picture. People here are making plans for next week, next month,..., and I will not be around. It doesn't trouble me, but I do find it really...hmm...interesting (for lack of a better word). I just haven't experienced this before.
So the time has nearly arrived...goodbyes are already beginning. As always it is "until the next time", because we just don't know what life will bring. Maybe I will be back for a spell, maybe not. I will certainly be seeing some at conferences, conversing about projects, and with things like Facebook, blogs and email, hearing about the latest is no longer difficult.
And in just a few days Cameron arrives to come fetch me. I will be on my way home.