don't let the door hit you on the way out

[dragonyphoenix]

I'm watching the final episodes of Babylon 5 in which most of the characters are moving on, leaving the station for new positions. For nineteen years, I've considered myself a part of Four Quarters Farm. I had friends who'd introduced a group of us to the land in the beginning and for years a number of us would go up for festivals. Over the years, the others dropped off but I continued to go. I had one friend, Heather, I hung with there and others I recognized. As I dropped all festivals other than Fire's Rising, I stopped seeing Heather because she doesn't attend that one. This year's was the first Fire's Rising I'd been to in a while. I thought I'd been there the year before last but comments suggest it has been more years than that. Anyway I've been going less and less but I still felt a connection to the land.

This last visit I wandered around to my favorite spots and didn't feel that old connection. I don't feel that this is my place anymore. Leaving I felt like Lyta Alexander as she left B5. No fanfare. Nobody there to see her off. She just left. I saw a guy I knew enough to speak to and I waved, but he didn't wave back. No fanfare. I left.

I feel a little sad but I think all I'm doing is acknowledging a transition that's been happening for a while.

Comments

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

*hugs*


Gabrielle

[feliciacraft.livejournal.com]

Transitions are hard. You have a keen awareness to recognize it. * Hugs*

P.S. What is Fire's Rising?

[snogged.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[the-emu.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. I don't know B5, but I know that feeling.

It's not quite that you want to go back; it's really that you feel like the exit deserves some ceremony - or at least someone to get misty-eyed, with.

I don't know the festival, but I'm raising a glass to toast your years there.

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