Like Smoke Through A Keyhole

I have had blogs going through my head for the past few weeks, but every time I sit down to my keys and type, it just doesn't work. I hope I will post this though. I know there are the few tried and true who still check this page, and need something to breakup the work day. Life is crazy at the moment, I am coming upon my last week at work and living in my apartment/Luzern. Things are stressful and today was a bad day. Dr. Sylvia and I need to haul both her luggage and all my crap to Basel by next Sunday and it's looking like none of our family is going to help us with a car so we are going to have to "train-it"/carry it. At this point it doesn't look like I will be making any great gesture as I leave Luzern, I love this city: it's building, lake, streets, parks, benches, bridges, and my heart clenches of having to go. The only part of me that is glad to leave, is the part that knows I can no longer stay. for once in my life there will be no grand exit, I have worked hard to fade into the background for two years now, and I feel confident that I am leaving on good terms, my own terms.