I have been counting down the days for a long time now, but I have almost reached an exciting milestone: the 24 hour mark. In just over 24 hours I will be getting on a plane to go back home. This is when anticipation becomes strongest. I will be completely worthless tomorrow at work. I will not be able to focus on anything except my trip. This happens every time I go home to visit.
I have not made it home in over a year and a half now. It actually feels longer. A lot has happened since my last trip. I was promoted to Coach, then Team Lead Upgrade, then Permanent Team Leader. I have moved. I bought a new car. I got a real checking account.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. I’ll take my chances on a big jet plane; never let them tell you that they’re all the same. –Led Zeppelin
And I can assure you, no jet plane is the same. I will be flying on a Bombardier Q400. From the pictures I have seen, and the stories I have heard they are noticeably smaller. Hopefully my fat ass will fit in one ok!
I will not be able to sleep tonight, which is unfortunate because I have been unable to sleep for the last few nights. Home is all I can think about. Home is where I need to be right now.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems. –Led Zeppelin
I just can’t wait…
I saw my brown eyed baby puppy curled up on the bed so I had to grab my cell phone and snap this shot. This is also a test post. I am configuring my Mobile Blog so I will be able to post from my phone while I’m on vacation. Hopefully this worked and I’m all set.
I will soon be seeing my other brown eyed girl while I’m on my vacation. Together, Lori and I have shared some great and not so great memories. The awesome thing about the passing years is that it fades out the not so great memories. All I can recall at this very moment are the good times. Is that being an optimist? I would like to believe it is not.
Cast my memory back there Lord. Sometimes I’m overcome just thinking about it… In the misty morning fog, oh baby my heart’s a thumping you, my brown eyed Girl. Do you remember when we use to sing…?
The week ends, the week begins. Take these chances. Place them in a box until a quieter time.
This week everyone is talking about deviantart.com. The community is up in arms because the infamous Yellow Alien has been let go. It is a sad time. What is sad about it is a lot of people are choosing sides. People are stirring up emotion and propaganda to show support for Scott or Angelo. I wish they would realize that no one person made DeviantArt the success that it is, and no one person leaving DeviantArt will be the end of it.
It was nice to be able to have a chat with Mikey, Chad, and Simon the other night. It gave us the opportunity to catch up on old times and discuss this devart situation. It was hardly negative, mainly citing nostalgic references that brought plenty of smiles to my face.
It feels like to me that the last of the originals are gone. We are spread out. We are lurking in the shadows. Every once in a while you might run into one of us, and you might remember the name, but you are not exactly sure why.
Lights down. You up and die.