"Last time" is always rather hard: knowing that something is happening for the last time - especially if that "something" has had positive quality. I again have that feeling about various things, and mostly about things that have become daily/weekly routine. They are nothing very special, only my every-friday circuit training, or Pihla´s violin classes, or sorting out winter clothes. It is all about dismantling something that you have managed to put nicely together.
Routines are an interesting thing. You need them: routines can support life in a positive way, they can spare your energy, they make life safe for children. And same time, they can petrify life, they can become such a barrier that nothing new can break in. Our routines are about to fall apart again, which definitely means that something new is waiting at the doorstep. It is a fascinating, same time rather tiring thought. I am more and more aware of the fact that years have passed by since we first moved to Africa. I have lost the illusion of immortality ("what on earth could happen to us?!") - because anything can happen to anyone. Especially in Africa, where people generally seem to go through much harder, also much more joyful events than here.
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