I went to dinner the other night with a friend who's conversations are usually light and fun, but we started talking about relationships and our mutual difficulties that we'd had because of the work we do. It made me wish I was staying longer or I'd taken more time to try and get to know her better, sooner. I think we could have could have
I'd told her that I was moving when I visited her in the little french quarter shop she worked in. She was taken aback and honestly; i thought she might be. I'd mentioned before that I might be moving, but I'd never broken it to her that I would be for certain, because I was always afraid it would spoil the mood. I like to see her smile, after all. When I told her I was leaving, her smile dipped a little but it wasn't ever really gone. It was replaced with one that said "That's too bad" and it really was. It's too bad that we'd acted all along like we had time to see where things might go, because we didn't.
I've been sick the last few days, staying in to get over the cold/flu/monkey pox that I've been suffering from. I watch movies and order takeout, surf the web and get a little work done. I mustered what little energy I have to go out to eat with a friend this afternoon, because I don't want to spend my last month here in quarantine.
I'll miss New Orleans, but I'm leaving for the right reasons and I know it's time to go.
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