i'm sitting here drinking tea, naturally, and reflecting.
am i sad that i'm leaving? i can't decide.
will i miss even the slightest thing about home? yes.
will i survive without my dogs? hardly.
will my outlet be music, photography, or running? probably music.
every time i remind myself that i am indeed leaving everything, i get a knot in my stomach.
i'm afraid i'll come back very different; or worse, very much the same.
i hope i can continue blogging while i'm away. maybe this will be my outlet.
i'll be seeing you.
listen: there goes the fear by doves