The last people living on Earth queue to enter spaceships that will take them away forever not only from their home planet but even from the Solar System and from the Galactic periphery where night skies are dark although scattered with stars.
Not exactly the same experience but, before Christmas, Sheila and I will leave a house where we have lived for forty five years, over half our lives to date. But we will move only a few streets and will be nearer to our daughter who, of course, grew up with us. Nevertheless, there will be a permanent departure from rooms with which we have been familiar for all this time. We hope that the new, smaller house will suffice for another twenty or more years. And I imagine the people from Earth on their new planet closer to the Galactic center. Potential sequels time again.
7 comments:
Well, happiness in your new home.
Thank you. I am still thinking of the human race migrating to the Galactic centre.
Kaor, Paul!
Good luck with your new home! After 45 years in one place I suspect it was surprisingly difficult to leave. Also, it was probably hard to sort out what to dispose of and what to keep.
Ad astra! Sean
Sean,
Much disposal. Which saves our daughter the trouble of disposing of a lot of stuff later...
Paul.
Kaor, Paul!
But not, I hope, for a good long time to come.
Ad astra! Sean
Twenty years?
Kaor, Paul!
At least that long.
Ad astra! Sean
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