i feel like i’m about to leave for north africa again. the departure date, back then, just seemed to creep up, slowly, slowly, then so fast i had no idea what hit me. next thing i knew i had fallen into africa and had left my toothbrush, belt, and socks back in the states. well, not exactly, but my packing was less than perfect.
same thing now. i’m shooting for this coming weekend. things are both getting better and worse in the me being ready department. i feel like i’m prolly just gonna fall into new york, just like rabat. it’s not like i’m just popping up to visit my girlfriend for a few days, this is gonna be for good. so i figure i can lug two duffels on the train.
i’m excited and dreading the move at the same time. partly because it’s the home of my girlfriend, and all the dancing and shopping possibities she represents, but also because it feels like it’s gonna be the first real thing i will have done since falling back out of the sahara.
on separate news, i meant to post this picture a week ago after i got back from the new year’s cabin. we had over twenty of the dc chillun up there for a fun night of hobbits and gnomes. part of that involved fireworks, which included gabriel sticking the mortar tube into his pants; when it went off the shell/firework piece didn’t actually leave the tube. it just went off and stayed in the launcher, making me run off at the blast of heat right after i took this picture, as well as burning several holes through gabriel’s underwear. sweet!
peace
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