It’s a funny feeling. I’m leaving town in two weeks and I just realized that I’m starting to say ‘goodbye’ to people I won’t see for a long time. Wierd feeling.
It’s extra-strange since I’ve never been the one to leave. High-school graduation: I stayed in town for college. College graduation: I stayed in town to work on new projects. This time around I waited until as many people as possible got back into town – and then I’m leaving.
As well-traveled as I am, I’ve never lived outside of my hometown. I find this vaguely amusing in hindsight. I think more than anything that is my next adventure. Sure the training will be fun, the climate change and the people; but breaking the bonds to my childhood will the most ‘adventurous’ thing I do.
I’m already aware of it. It’s a subtle thing for the most part – a gentle tint that’s shading everything around me. I’ve started to realize some of the things that I’ll miss – and a lot of the things that I won’t. It kind of feels like I’ve just woken up from a nap in the middle of the day – perpetually.
I’d describe that feeling a bit better – I really want to – but my efforts to write it out have failed miserably. I’m not a writer, well, I can’t free-write or express myself very well in words (this is why I got into movement instead). I had a couple of really great images that came to mind, but my imagination is completely five-dimensional. There is no way I can write them down and make sense out of them.
The closest I can get at this point is to put up a couple songs that I’ve been listening to lately. Think of these as soundtracks to the scenes I just mentioned.
The songs are all from the same band: The Normals. Enjoy.
And since I’m feeling demi-serious about all this, the five dimensions are: vertical, horizontal, sagittal, time, & emotion/thought.
Don’t think about it too hard.