The end of the road

I know that something is goin’ on in my head when I begin to watch Glee music videos and start to tear up. Which I then follow up with more sad songs about, well, a variety of things. I planned on writing a post earlier but I couldn’t. I don’t think I can write a very good one now. It’s just because like I said when I left, it’s weird. I’m not sure how to feel, I’m not sure how I’m going to feel. I keep wondering how I’ll even react when I see my friends and family again. Will it be a surge of emotions or will I just hug them like nothing is different. Am I in shock right now or I am just not emotional enough? It’s strange. I know I’m leaving in but a few hours. I know I’ll be home by this time tomorrow night. I can’t comprehend that. I haven’t seen the USA in such a long time, let alone home. I want to write more. I want to feel more. I think I’m in a state of shock. Because I know it’s happening and my brain just can’t decide how to feel. I’m excited, I’m sad, I’m ready, I’m so many things. I just know I’m going to the airport and then I’m flying to Boston and then I’m going home. To see my cats. I miss those cats. It’s been a wild ride. It’s been a helluva ride. Except all rides have to come to an end. I had hoped I would come out of this a better man and I’m pretty damn sure I did. I’m happy. That’s what counts. I’ll try to write something better and wordier and deeper in the coming days. Until then, Hank’s back in America baby! So it goes.


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