...and then next week comes the start of July.
The three week visit of my most frequent visitor has come to an end. We have our departure date for Sweden as well. For the first time we are going on a one-way ticket because we really do not know what will happen. I felt like a bit of a jinx during the festival as our attempts at capturing photos in the prime social media times of Sunrise and Sunset, low tide, or catching a natural phenomena did not go well when we were together. She did better after she relocated into town.
The festival continues to grow larger. My favourite part remains the fact that they use buildings that are not in full time use- or sometimes not in use at all anymore. I am always curious to see into buildings and learn about the history of the place I am living. A habit perhaps formed of not being from a place and having lived in so many different places.
Seattle has been in my thoughts often, because I notice changes here, that to me are the same type of indicators I saw when Seattle was "suddenly" discovered by more and more people in the the early to mid-1990s-
I hadn't lived in Seattle long enough to feel I could rail against the growth like the locals and I still sort of feel the same way here- for although Tasmania does comprise basically all that I know as Australia...I am still a new comer.
Now, I am beginning our last month before we leave for an undetermined amount of time, I seem always to use our comings and goings as markers of what I have not achieved. An attitude I am working to adjust- my analytic - judgemental self is boring me. So far, I am not feeling the impact of my trying to make changes.