Catharsis
A colleague recently told me that his neighbour retired. The neighbour started his new life by leaving his old life in the dumpster, including art and his university diploma.I find this to be highly inspirational.
Everything that doesn't have sentimental value must go.
This includes my rock collection which never meant anything to anyone but me. The rocks weren't particularly good specimens. They were simple reminders of the places I visited, and I can still recognize where they were collected even though they remain unlabeled.
Tan mudstone from Mt. Nebo, burial place of Moses.
Red sandstone from Petra.
Petrified wood from the Arabian desert.
Sand from the Dahna sand sea, and the Rub Al Khali or Empty Quarter.
All gone.
I want to close my eyes, and when I open them, be in a bar in Bahrain.
Decompressing.
Unemployed.
The movers start tomorrow, and are supposed to finish March 30.
I leave Saudi Arabia March 31.
Place your bets everyone.
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Rocks and memories.