About 3 years ago, I posted this
It is happening again.
We were in our favorite place in Egypt, Dahab last month.
We were staying with our dear friends, Nina and Mikas, at their extremely cozy guest house, Dahab Coach House.
We dive with Sinai Divers Backpackers and have loads of friends there: Pritesh, Kasia, Yvonne, Vivienne, Shadi, Khaled, Synthia.
And we realized that, well, we have to start saying good-bye to people. Again. I am not good at this. I like to just slink off.
There is a Seinfeld episode that goes something like this:
George decides he wants to break up with his girlfriend. He finally works up the courage to sit her down and explain that it just isn’t working out.
He goes through a lot of the cliches: “it’s not you, it’s me” “time to move one” etc.
She stops for a minute and says: “No”.
She does not allow him to break up with her.
As we were attempting to say good-bye, our friends in Dahab said “”No, this isn’t good bye. You must come back one more time before you leave”
I felt like George, in that episode.
And so it goes.
We are trying to figure out how, in the next 8 weeks, we are going to pack everything up, wrap up all the loose ends for both our jobs, co-ordinate a cross-the-world-relocation, AND sneak in at least another long weekend with our friends in Dahab.
It seems that the dust in my eye here is just as bad as the dust on that street in Vancouver.