I feel like I should be saying farewell to Saralies. Silly of me; I’m still living here, but I’ve been hit with a lot of nostalgia for the place to mingle with my excitement this week.
Saralies is where I studied, it’s where I’ve worked since then. Really it is the only place I’ve known apart from home. This is a lot like how I felt when I came here: so thrilled about learning to see - really see - but frightened too about leaving behind everything I knew. It was not much of a risk, really. Home was never more than a thought away.
This time is even less of a step. I will still be living here, just working somewhere else.
I guess I’m worried I’ve built up this transfer too much in my mind, that I’m expecting more from it than it could ever be. I don’t think I have. It isn’t the way forward, just a step in that direction.
Maybe everyone has worries like this before making a change in their life. Maybe not. I’ll find out how things are when I start, and I am looking forward to that.