Some times I catch myself drifting away from the people around me. Not in the literal sense, but rather letting my mind fade into the background to take a mental snapshot for later. For the days when I will miss all this.. and there will be those days to dread and to look forward to.
Today I pretended I was leaving tomorrow and it felt strange. I’m not sure where this path leads – it’s vagueness is as much a seduction as it is a fear. It’s never easy to leave a place you grew up in. Suddenly there are so many reasons why.. why not? There is still so much to do here but yet the hourglass has been turned over by a hand that is my own. It is at once exuberant and dispiriting.
We all do what we need to do.
