through that door.
i'm leaving again on saturday. bright and early. gonna pack up the van with bags and clothes and shoes. gonna rest my bare feet on the dashboard and watch the road fly by in the side mirror. i'll listen to cds and reflect. my mom and i will stop for junkfood somewhere and we'll spend a lot of time in comfortable silence together. i'll doze off knowing she'll get me there safely. she'll mispronounce "quebec" when we enter the province. my chest might feel a little tight when we pull out of the driveway at home... loosen as we start the long highway drive... and might just tighten again as we get closer to the apartment in montreal. things are getting stale again. and i'm ready for a change in scenery. i'm ready to go back.

beginnings always feel so promising. its nice to hold onto that feeling of hope and newness for as long as possible.