Many many things await. Some worthy to be exhilarated about, and some not. So the talk about shifting (for a many good years) is actualizing. My fondest and most downright painful memories, they'll all be swept into the little corners of this home I'll be leaving so far behind to recall someday. Tasks await my attention and I shouldn't leave much room for sentimentalism and emotions. This phase has this taken enough of a toll on all of us and the time has arrived for all of us to move on towards our pre-designed fates.

Everything happens for reasons, so they say.