New walls and faces, streets and signs, voices and numbers, girls and dogs walking down the street, fax numbers and business cards, bosses and colleagues, keys and bills, stores and restaurants, bars and churches. I lie awake and embrace "change anxiety." I stare at the ceiling fan and wonder if the people I once met in an old city will remember me. I miss them in this moment of a few sentimental seconds. If they'll think about my time with them. If I'll see them again. If it matters. I won't sleep well tonight, but I will soon enough. I am vexed by ambivalence this evening.
New perspectives are nice. If there were a bride I'd carry her across this threshold for good luck.
It's strange. Right now in this very instance, everything is strange. Everything. Nothing is familiar. Everything is strange.
I like it. I like where I'll be at the end of this week.
You used to say, live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did...
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