This is, however, not a sad post or even a wistful one. Rather, it’s a last look back on a wonderful part of my expatriate life.
I’ve had a good run here in Arnhem, and great memories of people and events that mean a lot to me.
I closed things out at the office, wished my GM well, and made a last pass through the building, now largely empty and for sale
Then a last commute back to my neighborhood and apartment,
‘An evening of stacking; a day of packing. Then, life was finally loaded and gone.
‘Just in time to notice the last leaf has fallen from the ‘countdown tree’ behind the house.