I have been sitting here for a period of time that can only be described as “multiple hours.” And yet, as I periodically avert my gaze down to the clock readout in the corner of my screen, invariably, it is as follows:
Me: (looks down at clock)
“It is 10:06 PM.”
Me: (continues to peruse the Internet(s) for what seems to be a multitudinous number of hours)
Me: (again, looks down at the clock)
“It is 10:24 PM.”
Me: (begins acruing a growing fear he may be trapped in a tesseract of space-time)
Sting’s voice is oddly hypnotizing. The government should look into this. Seriously, this has some Manchurian Candidate-caliber potential.
Sting: (singing) “Shoooooot the prime minister of Cambooooodia…”
You: “Must… obey… Sting…”
Sniper Rifle: *BLAM!*
Prime Minister of Cambodia: “AAARGH! Damn you… Sting! Damn… you…!” (dies)
Holy Macanoly… it appears that I have been quite neglectful of my little blog. Well, no longer!
My oh my oh my… what has happened since last we met? I suppose the largest slab of news is that I have finally arrived at a date for my return to the Land of Corn, The Northern Realm of Iowa. In just under two weeks (June 23rd) I will be leaving Dallas and pointing myself north. My experiment in self-employment has proved itself a general success, and will, in the end, I believe, afford me the ability to maintain myself in a manner befitting a human being.
While I am excited about the move back home, I also realize the truth that it will involve leaving behind a few very important elements here in Dallas, without which my daily routine will seem… skewed, if only slightly. There will be an adjustment period… to be sure. After spending three years in the trenches, those with whom you fought along side with become irreplaceable. I have been lucky in my life to aquire surrogate family members along the way, and I will leave here with a sister I didn’t have three years ago. After everything is said and done from all this, that will be the greatest result. So, gone is certainly not forgotten, and this World of Tomorrow, with its phones and emails and Internet(s), will keep it that way.
I am looking forward to being back home. I am looking forward to the feeling of relaxation that I hope I will find there. I am looking forward to actual seasons; storms, Fall, snow, and breezes. I am looking forward to smiling faces that don’t conceal hidden intents. I am looking forward to not having to spend my nearly every waking moment concerned with bills and money. I am looking forward to seeing the big white “Welcome to Iowa” sign as I cross the border from Missouri, and knowing that I’m there to stay. I am looking forward to breathing deeply. I am looking forward to knowing where I am, and where I fit. I am looking forward to increased simplicity, in all things. I am looking forward to being back home.
I went to see A Prairie Home Companion with Mere and Ivan last night, the radio version of which I am an unapologetic fan. The movie version is awesome as well. Simple messages are, invariably, the best. All things must end. All things will, in time. Enjoy them while you can, learn what you are able to, and take the memories with you when you go.
I have, I did, and I will.
Make ye ready, Iowa. I will be among you soon.