"AMERICA."
Today is a step in a direction -- I've spent a while trip-tropping my way in circles but now finally, finally I have my foot down and a pace forward. Relativity has become acute the longer I know of its existence -- getting older has condensed time into short bursts punctuated by things I remember and shaded by things I don't. I might forget today if I don't make a mark, remember the exact date I finally decided where I want to go. I am, after all, a little sentimental -- remembering things mean a lot more to me than I expect sometimes. There is nothing quite like recalling something from very long ago; when it hits you it punches the air straight out of your lungs (or sometimes it taps you, gently, on the shoulder, and waits for you to turn around).
I've been indecisive for far too long. This afternoon I raised my hand, tentatively -- and now it seems like a promise.
I've been indecisive for far too long. This afternoon I raised my hand, tentatively -- and now it seems like a promise.