Predeparture

I have about a week before i leave for Ghana for four months. Time has never felt like such an odd concept more than it does now. I want to fast forward time to the moment i step on African soil. I want to pause time and keep things the way they are right now. To keep savoring the moments i have with loved ones. To keep this giant mysterious question mark lurking in the dark longer. And then there are times when i want to skip time; skip time to the moment i return, with my great adventure under my belt, return a more enlightened person and return to the life and lives i left behind. But i cannot do any of those things. I must simply keep living; keep moving at time's steady pace.