The Feverish Flux
You gotta love transition. I'm actually quite accustomed to it. Even relish it, most times—especially when it comes to living space. Adaptation it the simplest level. A change of geography. Granted, I'm only moving a short distance by mileage, though it's 2 hours by subway train.
Tonight is my last night in Brooklyn, and my next entry will come after I've settled in a bit at the other end of this crazy city. I'll have to get by with dialup for a few days, though.
A look ahead: Move, marriage, honeymoon*, adaptation, then write, write, write!
It's time for me to drag this dream into existence...
Word of the Day
It's about friggin' time I find my egress from Brooklyn, that's all I have to say.
* (There seriously needs to be a better word for than "honeymoon." It's so foo-foo.)
Tonight is my last night in Brooklyn, and my next entry will come after I've settled in a bit at the other end of this crazy city. I'll have to get by with dialup for a few days, though.
A look ahead: Move, marriage, honeymoon*, adaptation, then write, write, write!
It's time for me to drag this dream into existence...
Word of the Day
It's about friggin' time I find my egress from Brooklyn, that's all I have to say.
* (There seriously needs to be a better word for than "honeymoon." It's so foo-foo.)
posted by Jeff LaSala at 8:59 PM
2 Comments:
hmmm... better than honeymoon? how about sugarstar? or jellymeteor?
post-wedding trip?
I think jellymeteor would be best.
I'm out of here guys and gals.
See you at the wedding!
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