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Sunday |
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Why am I always leaving?
Even when things are going great and I feel at
ease, if an opportunity comes up I chase it. I
try to accept wherever I happen to be but I
abhor routine; if not the particulars then in
principle. Does that make me idealistic or
naive? On way out to last 4Shadows jam
in 5 years of rocksteady Sundays I see Miso on
her favorite perch in Indian summer sun and I
ask myself, How can I leave? My parents
were refugees, only half voluntarily and that's
how I feel: always chasing a dream. Things are
good in Seattle but it was never where I wanted
to be--though I did have a vision once of what
turned out to be our apartment exactly.
But what I'll miss most is the community, the
friends who are family. |