I’m back in Connecticut with mixed feelings. On one hand I’m very excited to be heading out west, on the other hand I’m sad about leaving friends behind. I’ll just have to being them along in my hart. That’s the best I can do.
It’s occurred to me that my journey is a bit like the one the pioneers made 200 years ago when they loaded up there Conestoga wagons and headed into the unknown. That's what I’ll be doing; loading everything I own in my modern Conestoga (mini van) and hitting the long road to Oregon. So the question of the day is: Will all my possessions will fit in a mini van? That’s easy, the answer is YES, because if it doesn’t fit, it wont be mine any longer. I’ll let go of it. I like the simplicity of that and I’m all about simplicity these days.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two world’s touch.
Don’t go back to sleep.
Rumi
I picked up a cold while I was in Vermont. Most people just get the maple syrup but I got a bit more than that. The result was mad, fever dreams full of birds, bats, trees, old houses and an ex-girlfriend. I woke up with an uncomfortable feeling; could I pulling a geographic? I had to think about that for a while but the answer came back a firm NO. Every thing is cool in CT, I’ve got two very good job offers if I wanted to work and friends that I’ll miss. I’ve nothing to run away from but lots to gain. I’m actually running towards something; my future, the great Northwest and a very cool town.
I got a note from Susan last night. She said that she was just “checking in” and talked about her potato salad, how she use to make it for us on the boat. I just don’t get that woman, what did she think? That I’d get all nostalgic about a starchy, mayonnaise concoction and forgot about how shitty she treated me. I’m happier when I don’t hear from her. Time, please work you cure…
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