My room is desolate. But there is good news. The family room is a disaster area; FEMA is being called in. All my stuff, from books to hammocks are strewn about; flung at random, a part of the hodge-podge that is my packing.
Four days. Four more days! And then, Chicago, here I am.
"And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby.
Guess what? It's time to get out of the freaking boat and walk. The past is the done, the present fleeting, and the future unwritten - learn, grow, live, prepare, face.
Step into the sunlight, and see Lemon explode.
3 comments:
Rock on, or, er... yeah. Rock on, I guess. Don't get into too much trouble in the Windy City.
I will try not to!
Step into the sunlight, and see Lemon explode.
Ah, nice throwback to Lang. Good 'ol Curt Lemon.
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