That phrase came into my head yesterday, and I felt like I was supposed to write something about it. I never did, so now I am making up for it. I was talking to a friend about where I would be in a year, and I felt myself start to sound like I was already disengaging from here. I had to stop myself. I said, "I am not checking out of here yet." I really do have a lot to accomplish before we leave this place, and I plan to enjoy my time here. Tonight at the store I saw a man I had not spoken to in some time. He had either forgotten I lived here or did not realize I had moved back. We talked about my plans and I could sense his genuine excitement about it. He was always friendly in the past, but we must have talked for five or ten minutes, so I knew he was very glad for me. As I go through these days, weeks, and months leading up to leaving, I hope to enjoy each one of these experiences and not seek to blow right past people or opportunities.
So, tomorrow I will go to work, do my duties and endeavor to improve my business despite the fact I will leave it in a year. Sunday I will do something similar, as I will teach a lesson in class for the first time in ages (I was slated to teach last Sunday but traded duties with someone and spoke in church instead). I will make the most of this time, especially with my parents, because the future will be here soon enough, and I must enjoy my place in life as it happens instead of looking at the horizon.