Spring
Well I had a lovely spring break. Played down in London and Oxford with Morgane's family, spent a week in Prague giving Morgane tours and reliving some of my prior sins, and recently just spent a week in Scotland on the Isle of Skye hiking 20 miles a day up mountains with my feet constantly wet for 3 days in some of the most beautiful landscapes I've ever seen (refer to my pictures on facebook).
Now I'm back and working hard again. I have some strange feelings at this particular moment. The summer is quickly approaching and I'll be needing to complete a ton of work, Morgane (who has been my best friend all year) will be going to Australia for the summer and I will be going to live in her house in France in her place. It's a moment of excitement, anxiety, restrained sadness, and a moment where I truly have not a clue what will become of me after September. I may stay in Europe, go to Australia/New Zealand, return to the US, or go somewhere wholly unknown to me now dependent on where work and my boundless unpredictability take me.
I also am well aware that this is Spring at last. The time when girls are by far more statistically certain to leave me for newer pastures (green, rocky, swamp, or sun scorched just as long as it's new) and when somehow unknown to me I find myself in a steady swing of short flings. Morgane definitely cares about me is one of the closest friends she's ever had, but she's also made it clear that if she meets someone she has more butterfly feelings for she will go with them (while retaining me as a best friend still).
It's a strange spring time for me, and this time, it's not only the girls which are unpredictable and driven my chance, but my very self which seems lent to an obscure future. When my life flashes before my eyes at the moment of my death, I can be reasonably assured that it will be worth reviewing.
Now I'm back and working hard again. I have some strange feelings at this particular moment. The summer is quickly approaching and I'll be needing to complete a ton of work, Morgane (who has been my best friend all year) will be going to Australia for the summer and I will be going to live in her house in France in her place. It's a moment of excitement, anxiety, restrained sadness, and a moment where I truly have not a clue what will become of me after September. I may stay in Europe, go to Australia/New Zealand, return to the US, or go somewhere wholly unknown to me now dependent on where work and my boundless unpredictability take me.
I also am well aware that this is Spring at last. The time when girls are by far more statistically certain to leave me for newer pastures (green, rocky, swamp, or sun scorched just as long as it's new) and when somehow unknown to me I find myself in a steady swing of short flings. Morgane definitely cares about me is one of the closest friends she's ever had, but she's also made it clear that if she meets someone she has more butterfly feelings for she will go with them (while retaining me as a best friend still).
It's a strange spring time for me, and this time, it's not only the girls which are unpredictable and driven my chance, but my very self which seems lent to an obscure future. When my life flashes before my eyes at the moment of my death, I can be reasonably assured that it will be worth reviewing.