Nerves and grape leaves.
I leave tomorrow.
My flight off this rock is at 8pm est.
I'm supposed to be packing.
I'm supposed to be seeing family.
I'm supposed to be not here.
I am so motherfuckinggoddamnnervous it is unbelievable.
I feel like I have so much unfinished business here.
and I hate leaving things un-done.
I am leaving my loves behind.
My family and my other family.
The people who birthed me and those whom I have spent every moment with for the past three years.
And my love.
my love.
my love.
I wanted this post to be one of those awe-inspiring goodbye speeches, but I have never been good at articulating my core.
My mind is flooded with to-do lists and sentimental cloudiness.
and therefore my writing leans toward the prose.
I'm going to miss you all more than you'd believe.
Because even though I may not say it
you all are the only things that keep me living.
the literal life-blood that runs through me.
and I thank you for being diesel.
My flight off this rock is at 8pm est.
I'm supposed to be packing.
I'm supposed to be seeing family.
I'm supposed to be not here.
I am so motherfuckinggoddamnnervous it is unbelievable.
I feel like I have so much unfinished business here.
and I hate leaving things un-done.
I am leaving my loves behind.
My family and my other family.
The people who birthed me and those whom I have spent every moment with for the past three years.
And my love.
my love.
my love.
I wanted this post to be one of those awe-inspiring goodbye speeches, but I have never been good at articulating my core.
My mind is flooded with to-do lists and sentimental cloudiness.
and therefore my writing leans toward the prose.
I'm going to miss you all more than you'd believe.
Because even though I may not say it
you all are the only things that keep me living.
the literal life-blood that runs through me.
and I thank you for being diesel.