Leaving On A Jet Plane...

Everyone that really knows me, (and I mean really knows me) knows that I'm a HUGE pansy. A Massive Pansy in fact. Just because I won't put up with any shit from anyone doesn't mean I'm cold. Things bother me. Lots of things bother me in fact, which was why I'm at a complete loss to explain why I didn't shed a single tear when I left home. Not one!

I said goodbye to a lot of people, some who are very very dear to me, but not one tear. Weird...

As I got closer and had already said goodbye to so many people I thought Miss Monroe would be the killer. I imagined that the boys would head out to the taxi, I would say a last goodbye to her and ball all the way to the airport. That's what I thought would happen. What did happen though was I gave her a cuddle, told her to be good, she snuck in a sneaky lick and I walked out the door grinning that I was off on my global adventure. It seemed weird at the time but now, thinking about it more and more, its really weird, especially for me. I'm a sobber - I almost took the day off work when Squirt died and the only reason I didn't was because it was invoicing day so imagine my surprise when I left my home, my family, my friends and my beloved Chicken without a single tear. 
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Why????

Does it show my level of commitment to my 2 year journey?
Does it show how MUCH this means to me?
or

Have I just compartmentalized everything away in order to enable me to actually do it? 

Whatever the reason, I'm glad because it helped me leave my home in one piece, with a little bit of dignity which is usually way beyond my grasp!

Jn