Saying Goodbye

Well, it's almost time to leave Hope Town - I feel like I'm leaving a friend. I read somewhere that islands have a soul, much like people, which is what makes them so special. I am inclined to believe it's true. I already am beginning to feel a sense of loss, I've only been here a little over a week, but it seems like this is a different lifetime altogether. It's been so unlike my "regular" life - vacations are always different because the everyday stresses and mundane details are temporarily suspended, but somehow this is different than even that. I feel like I'm looking at life differently and I guess truth be told I'm a little afraid that I could lose this altered outlook when the ferry pulls away from the dock. This is where trust comes in, believing that what needs to be, will prevail. I can only hope that what needs to be is indeed my new outlook on life and thus, as the ferry is departing the dock rather than leaving something behind, I will be embarking on the start of a "new" life or a changed one! I guess I will know soon enough. The mixture of anticipation and dread is a bit overwhelming, but this too shall pass, I must simply go with the flow. On that note, I'm going to sign off because going with the flow at this moment entails completing my packing, closing up the house and saying goodbye to Hope Town as I head to the ferry dock.