I confess, my roller-coaster emotions of late have little to do with my struggles to find a new use for my almond pulp as suggested in my previous post…
No, they have more to do with the fact that it’s that unique season every ex-pat recognizes, usually at the end of May and early June, known as “leaving season.” (Ok, so maybe that’s not actually a sanctioned term… maybe I made that up just now… but whatever, it fits.)
Some seasons pass me by without so much as a wink. This one sank its teeth into me like a wolf, and isn’t through shaking me yet….