the road is what we get and you went and got it started
so today is the day. it's the golden birthday, the big presentation day, the day that my new life starts. i feel like i every few years or so i start over. i suppose this is true, but it seems to work for me. i don't particularly enjoy leaving things behind, but for some, it is perhaps the best/only option. i haven't been in my house for about two weeks and i'm beginning to feel a bit like a vagrant. my trip has been at the bare minimum enjoyable, but i'm ready to get back to the sav and pack up house and head for the next place. it feels as if i've already left. as if i'm only going back for a visit. i think i'm fairly prepared for my lecture this afternoon. i've gone through it a million times. what i lack in confidence i plan to make up for in the usage of large words. i'm just a little nervous, but i will do fine.