I am gathering my life up to move it out. I am packing up my apartment to put most of it into storage, while I move some small items with me to St. John's. I'm heading to Memorial to study English Lit., among other areas, and leaving Toronto behind. With it, I leave everything but myself, which is all I want to bring with me to study. Meagan will be hard to part with. If I could talk her into moving out there I would, but I know there would be little for her to do along the lines she wants to follow--of what I know of out there, that is.
It is morning and I am quietly ordering my CDs back into their cases from the big binders I used to hold them in. I am storing everything for a later time, when I have my place, or build my place on the treed property. I am sorry that I have not written for myself to myself. I have left a lot to atrophy in that absence. I don't want to write any more right now.
PEACE - Tristan
before || after
