Before I Go
WARNING: This post contains sentimental introspection and a reference to Eminem. Read at your risk.
I've just turned off the news in an attempt to clear my head for my travels tomorrow. I'm heading back to LA, direct flight out of Tampa (if any Bay area folk want to meet for a beer in the airport, you know the number). Obviously, the attacks in London have me thinking too much. I'll leave that subject for the 24hr cable news channels.
Leaving here is always bittersweet. As you can tell from previous posts, I still have a bit of pent up anger towards the Sunshine State, reasonable or not. But I can find a reason to be angry about anything. I am looking forward to getting back home so I can post some pics of my trip.
I will miss the crickets, frogs , and other insects that fill the night air.
I won't miss being told that Jesus loves me by every other bumper sticker in town ( I know that already).
I will miss big blue skies, giant thunderhead clouds about to explode, and the rain.
I won't miss Rick from Branford (some guy I met at the music store today) who now thinks I'm in a country western band with him.
I will miss country roads with no one on them.
I won't miss driving 45 minutes for a good cup of coffee.
You get the picture. I could go on forever.
These last couple of weeks have made me even more appreciative of my place in this world. At times it seems I am still wandering aimlessly. But then I stop and think of the places I've been, the people I've met, my family here and there, and the friends and girlfriend I get to come home to in Lost Angeles.
You see today when we turn on the news (despite the politic involved) we are reminded once again of things we can't control. So grab hold of what you can and make the most of it. To qoute the great Marshall Mathers, "you only get one shot...".
Time to get on the plane.
I've just turned off the news in an attempt to clear my head for my travels tomorrow. I'm heading back to LA, direct flight out of Tampa (if any Bay area folk want to meet for a beer in the airport, you know the number). Obviously, the attacks in London have me thinking too much. I'll leave that subject for the 24hr cable news channels.
Leaving here is always bittersweet. As you can tell from previous posts, I still have a bit of pent up anger towards the Sunshine State, reasonable or not. But I can find a reason to be angry about anything. I am looking forward to getting back home so I can post some pics of my trip.
I will miss the crickets, frogs , and other insects that fill the night air.
I won't miss being told that Jesus loves me by every other bumper sticker in town ( I know that already).
I will miss big blue skies, giant thunderhead clouds about to explode, and the rain.
I won't miss Rick from Branford (some guy I met at the music store today) who now thinks I'm in a country western band with him.
I will miss country roads with no one on them.
I won't miss driving 45 minutes for a good cup of coffee.
You get the picture. I could go on forever.
These last couple of weeks have made me even more appreciative of my place in this world. At times it seems I am still wandering aimlessly. But then I stop and think of the places I've been, the people I've met, my family here and there, and the friends and girlfriend I get to come home to in Lost Angeles.
You see today when we turn on the news (despite the politic involved) we are reminded once again of things we can't control. So grab hold of what you can and make the most of it. To qoute the great Marshall Mathers, "you only get one shot...".
Time to get on the plane.
unchecked facts by rja72 at 20:04
3 Comments:
Have a good flight. It's good you will be getting outta here before Dennis arrives. I am sad that I didn't get to see you while you were here.
Oh yeah, I miss the rain and the sound of a fierce thunderstorm. *sigh*
....why must you be such an angry young man when your future looks quite bright to me......lemons to lemonade....with Raime blotters watching the Book of Kells family....
nothing's more soothing than the rolling evening thunderheads on the great sunny penninsula that brings the misty twilight crispness... nothing more refreshing than that to lead into freedom nights.
if you look back to that sense of freedom and the limitless promise of the unknown, you get back to an essence of what's most important : what you're doing right now, wherever you happen to be, whomever you find yourself with. something akin to "you only get one shot" I guess.
Just be where you are.
Don't waste that promise.
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