a fog clouds my future,
I try to reach out,
not knowing what to find.
I know you are there,
my dearest, my love,
so fair and kind.
yet shrouded in a mist,
clogged by uncertainty,
is my worried mind.
what will the future bring,
will my family carry on,
when I leave them behind?
and will I find nice work,
will I get motivation again,
now that I have resigned.
I long for the time
when I can finally lie down
and totally unwind..
Author notes
Some thoughts regarding my upcoming migration to Norway.
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