And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
Come in, she said, I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
Two weeks left of classes, then one of exams. One at home, two on the Trail. I repeat it so much, I'm sure everyone who reads this knows my schedule. One in Bowling Green, where I saw in the classifieds several one bedroom apartments near Western for less than $350 a month. Eight in New England & Syracuse. Back to Bowling Green.
There are lists all over here. In my head, on the desk, on the board... And I am drowning in figures, worrying about cash flow, hours wasted on sleep and schoolwork, and grade point averages.
I have so many goodbyes to say! And I don't know how to do it! Some of them are formal and (to me) frightening. Others are incomplete. (Some may be forever.)
How to disassemble life in Oxford? Should I just rip myself from it completely and suddenly, but embrace it until then? I think so. That's what I did with Kentucky. Man, it hurt. :/
I think tonight I shouldn't worry with it all, but maybe this week I will start packing things up. I want to do it slowly so I don't have so much to do on a Saturday morning when I'm hungover and forlorn.