I don’t like growing older. Moments of my life weigh heavier tonight as I bid one last farewell to yet another part of my youth. This is the end that leads to yet another beginning, and as I subject myself to the unknown, I realize how quickly this phase to a cycle will fade. Why bother to feel at all? A year from now I will not be able to fully remember the intensity of what I feel now and because of this, nothing becomes easier. My travels have led me all the way back home, and as I prepare to leave for the last and final time, I find that it is more difficult the second time around.
January 6, 2003