Time is flying

Again, I don't know where the time has gone. I certainly thought I'd be back here much sooner. My boss, the Headmaster, has known for a few weeks that I'll be leaving and now the faculty and staff know as well. I told one former student who told one current student and he doesn't seem to want to tell anyone else, which is fine. I'm sure it will come out soon. It's only eight school days until Spring Break and during that time I will make my final decisions about when I'll actually leave New York. My school responsibilities are due to end by June 16 and then it's only a matter of which day I'll put Webster on a plane and myself on another plane and we'll go to start our new adventure in Portland.

I'm sorting, shredding, selling and packing already. It seems that I'll leave New York with not that much more than what I came back here from Vermont with. In terms of material goods, that is. My experiences are still too fresh to contemplate. That was 1988. A dozen years.