It's almost Thanksgiving... I can't believe it. Time is going by so quickly. Tomorrow I will start the journey southward, to visit family and friends. Starting last night, I was vibrating exciting nrg, with thoughts of visiting those I care for. Though it may have been the coffee, ingested to keep me awake for a 3 hour class, starting at 6:30 p.m., the excitement lasted 'til midnight, when I was finally able to settle into slumberous comfort.
This intrigued me, possibly due to the fact that I have been thinking of how I took for granted, previously living a mere 75 miles from the place I grew up. This meager distance cowers in comparison to the almost 600 miles in which I now reside. How nice it would be to live closer and have the opportunity to bask in the love and affections of those who care for you. However, many of us have recently moved to here and are feeling similarly.
Still I ponder, is this yearning and excitement a mere inflation of the true feelings I am having for the place I think of so fondly? Perhaps I should seek council in the other new transplants pursuing the similar arduous path. Others within the clan of those I hold dear have journeyed far from the place they call home and I've noticed there is not a common theme in conversations of this topic, though it is possible this is simply not mentioned in the brief, intermittent telephone connections.
None the less, I will enjoy the excitement, since it will not be relived for another long period. Even if it is inflated, leaving room for much disappointment, these are emotions are simply realizations that I am alive and even more so living. That statement moves us onto a different topic, one which I have addressed before and will probably mention again in the future, but not now.
I hope we all enjoy these tumultuous holidaze, the pleasurable events and saddening ones as well. As all other moments, they will not come again.
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You see well chances are given
Only once
-Xavier Rudd
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