It's evening here, and the gray winter twilight has crept up to the windows. I'm listening to music from some favourite shows and thinking about tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow - for so many months now my life has revolved around tomorrow. January fourth is my D-Day, folks. My departure day (yes, I know that's not what it stands for, I'm making an allusion).
What can I say? Part nervous, part hyperactive, part ecstatic, I don't count the hours. I'll be in the US for a good long while yet, but it's still something I can't wrap my head around. Here we all are, everyone being a little nicer than usual, a little sweeter than usual. Here I am, sitting on my butt in the living room, listening to the dog bark while my mother cooks.
It's not that I haven't tried to imagine being absent; it's more that I
can't imagine it. (Oh, now the dog's sulking. Cute.) This is home, and I know that it'll always be home. That's the lesson I finally learned about traveling: home stays, but you can make portable ones as needed. I'm going from my first home to my second home; my boyfriend is picking me up in an airport across the world.
Big day and all that, but I thought I'd pop in and leave a little goodbye since I have a) been absent for over a week and b) I will continue to be absent (or at least more absent than usual) for a while yet. Because first there's traveling, then there's settling, and then there's exploring! I'll be so busy, I might not be able to find some internet and a few minutes to write out an update.
Now, now, I did promise that I'd keep up this blog, and that's what I'll do. Got to let the friends at home know that I'm alive.
Happiness and good luck to all of you in the new year!
WolfGrrl
