Another Beginning

I will now predict the future.

On September 1st, I'll board a plane that'll take me from Atlanta to Boston, and then I'll go from Boston to Iceland on another plane. After 36 hours in Iceland, I'll board one more plane that will take me to London. Then, I will somehow find Katherine Claire Seawell and give her a big hug, make her take me to food, and then I will most likely cry on her couch because I'll already miss the love of my life. I will then take a deep breath and start something new and completely different.

On October 5th, I will marvel at how long it has been since I sat in a classroom, and while I am wondering what on earth I am doing there, a professor of some kind will begin talking and I will not catch the initial greeting or opening remarks by said person. I will complain about this later to Kacey, who will reprimand me for not having my act together.

I want to predict that I will be grounded, coherent, optimistic, and excited about everything that will happen to me over there. But because we don't all get what we want, I need you to be prepared for what I'm going to predict next: I will be sad in October. I know my heart. I know it loves what it likes and that it will want its other half to be near it, always. I will be distracted by writing love letters before London enthralls me, even if I say otherwise.

Eventually I will embrace the present and will describe it all to you in time, little blog. Please travel with me and ameliorate time passing by being ever-present and truly world-wide, little web.

Here's to the future. More to come.