the words, they want to come but they are somewhat stuck in my throat, below my fingertips, somewhere where i can not reach them. this is it. i have said that many times before but this is another it. one that is not any less but one that is it none the less. tomorrow i leave for an adventure that i have been planning for months. there are a lot of things i will leave behind. people that i do not want to be so far away from and people i can not get away from fast enough. i leave behind issues and celebrations. i leave behind so much but what i will gain? oh i already know it is so much more, so different. i need this. i want this. i am not free of nerves but i am ready. fairfarren.