Countdown...
Well, well, well,
So "it's way too hot out (t)here for a penguin," according to Billy Madison.
I'm feeling a bit more waku waku/doki doki shiteru these days. Trying to tie up loose ends before departure. Additionally, on the flipside, trying to untie things before this excursion. Sort of an odd taking inventory of my life and seeing what's necessary, what's excess, and "what the fuck is this?" This applies for tangible goods, as well as the unquantifiables (yet not unmentionables) in my life. I mean, as I walk ever closer to my departure date, I find a certain twinge of nostalgia that washes over me periodically. It started small, as everything does, several months ago, but it gradually built up a decent head of steam. At times it packs such an intensity that I've got to stop in my tracks and wonder as I wander. I'm already been missing my neighborhood; the familiar haunts, sights, smells, and sounds. I already feel the pang one gets in the pit of ones gut when one realizes that those one loves may not be seen for a while, if ever again. Not to be a somber, morose mofo, and I do tend to hyperbolize, but yes I have.
Not to the extent of getting cold feet, mind you. For these feet of mine have tread so many paths and taken so many steps that I fear not them growing cold or old, but rather calloused from so many stones stepped over (or overstepped). Hope all is well. We'll see each other soon enough. Trust that it's reassuring to know that I've got some "family" over there waiting, that eases the pain of knowing I'm leaving others behind.
"Laughter is not the best medicine...it's merely a primitive form of novocaine."
Rather funny how life throws things at us that seem so strong and solid right before significant change is about to occur. Sort of a dangling carrot or temptation, or maybe even distractions, to keep us from accomplishing what it is we think we're supposed to be doing. Apologies if this rambles, I only had a few hours sleep last night.
"Though it took nearly a miracle to get you to stay, it only took my little fingers to blow you away..."
So "it's way too hot out (t)here for a penguin," according to Billy Madison.
I'm feeling a bit more waku waku/doki doki shiteru these days. Trying to tie up loose ends before departure. Additionally, on the flipside, trying to untie things before this excursion. Sort of an odd taking inventory of my life and seeing what's necessary, what's excess, and "what the fuck is this?" This applies for tangible goods, as well as the unquantifiables (yet not unmentionables) in my life. I mean, as I walk ever closer to my departure date, I find a certain twinge of nostalgia that washes over me periodically. It started small, as everything does, several months ago, but it gradually built up a decent head of steam. At times it packs such an intensity that I've got to stop in my tracks and wonder as I wander. I'm already been missing my neighborhood; the familiar haunts, sights, smells, and sounds. I already feel the pang one gets in the pit of ones gut when one realizes that those one loves may not be seen for a while, if ever again. Not to be a somber, morose mofo, and I do tend to hyperbolize, but yes I have.
Not to the extent of getting cold feet, mind you. For these feet of mine have tread so many paths and taken so many steps that I fear not them growing cold or old, but rather calloused from so many stones stepped over (or overstepped). Hope all is well. We'll see each other soon enough. Trust that it's reassuring to know that I've got some "family" over there waiting, that eases the pain of knowing I'm leaving others behind.
"Laughter is not the best medicine...it's merely a primitive form of novocaine."
Rather funny how life throws things at us that seem so strong and solid right before significant change is about to occur. Sort of a dangling carrot or temptation, or maybe even distractions, to keep us from accomplishing what it is we think we're supposed to be doing. Apologies if this rambles, I only had a few hours sleep last night.
"Though it took nearly a miracle to get you to stay, it only took my little fingers to blow you away..."