The dictionary defines one as “an exciting entertainment in an amusement park, like a fast train that goes up and down very steep slopes and around very sudden bends”.
Followed by this there is another definition:
“A situation which changes from one extreme to another, or in which a person’s feelings change from one extreme to another.“
Yup, life has definitely been a rollercoaster over the past few weeks. Up and down and around they go, my feelings about leaving.
Right now, in this very moment, I feel as if I’m approaching the top of the hill. The ground below me is inching away, but I would rather not look down. I try to catch a glimpse of the view, but my head is dizzy, my eyes glued forward. The only way is forward.
My hands are gripped tight as am waiting for the wagon to stop, right before it will drop down into what feels like a free fall…
You see, last week was full of goodbyes. First to friends in Helsinki, then to colleagues in three different offices. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Wohoo, adventure ahead! Saturday, and friends from home. Oh my, am I really leaving?
The day after tomorrow (fittingly enough), family. Gulp.
So many more things to do, and so little plans for Monday and onwards.