Reservations have been made. I fly out of Denver to DC on Sunday June 10 at 10:50 am. For those of you paying attention that is, in fact, the day after my Ft. Collins goodbye party, not to be confused with the Grand Junction or New Castle farewells. Byron was kind enough to describe the traditional Korean GI flight ritual which, apparently, involves boarding the plane intoxicated because "it's the Army, it's what you do." As much as I am into "international" experiences, I think I'll do my best to pass on that one.
Would have liked to get in some "me" time before I left but that may have to be put on hold until after my training when I am culturally and linguistically isolated and suffering from "Ian withdrawals." (Symptoms include sobriety, general lack of harrassment and uninterupted enjoyment of Jack Johnson and Dave Matthews. Oh and many, many tears.;)
For now... I have two days left of work. Then two weeks to soak up all the Kelley you can.
One girl's migration to the land of avocados
3 comments:
Thanks man... I feel the love. Truth be told, I wanna get on that plane alone. Someone knows that even when I forget. Not looking to give orders. There's no faith in orders. Trust it.
Hmm, still no word from the wounded warrior? His wounds are too deep.
When you get on that plane remember that you are not alone in spirit. We will all be here waiting when you get back.
Remember, he is out there. Except this time he is much taller, much darker, emotionally available, and willing to do just about anything for Canadian citizenship.
Can I just say that the only person here not represented in code is the one in front of the firing squad. If I can't get him to run from my craziness, maybe he'll run from my crazy friends. "What I hear you saying is...." you love me, you want me to be happy and you're gonna miss me. Maybe we should save the therapy for Thursday mornings, that way we won't be imposed upon by reality.
Love Ya!
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