Between Worlds
I feel like I'm in a big, white room, just waiting. I'm in between Galway and home, and, good god, all the wonderful little complications that come from going home. Not to say I'm not wanting to be there with all my heart, I miss everyone sooo much. However, Galway is home to me.
I'm leaving home to go home.
Oy.
I love you Galway. I love you NJ/Philly. I love you both, but in equal yet different ways...
And to my altos: Even if my new lj name DOESN'T revolve around my love of you, you know it's there. Mwah!
I wonder just how long I'll be trapped in here, while it rains outside...One thing I won't miss about Galway. Gah, I'm surprised they don't have umbrella holsters here.
Oh well...I get a lot of nice shots of Galway yesterday, and that's dandy. <---slang that is neither American nor Irish, but just dorky.
See? I really am in between worlds.
I'm leaving home to go home.
Oy.
I love you Galway. I love you NJ/Philly. I love you both, but in equal yet different ways...
And to my altos: Even if my new lj name DOESN'T revolve around my love of you, you know it's there. Mwah!
I wonder just how long I'll be trapped in here, while it rains outside...One thing I won't miss about Galway. Gah, I'm surprised they don't have umbrella holsters here.
Oh well...I get a lot of nice shots of Galway yesterday, and that's dandy. <---slang that is neither American nor Irish, but just dorky.
See? I really am in between worlds.