Goodbye mom and dad. Goodbye brothers. Goodbye house, street, and Puget Sound behind the trees. It’s time for me to go. Don’t worry mom, I’ve got my backpack and some clothes. I’ll take the hat you knitted me, I love how warm it is. Dad, I took one of the maps out of your glove box, I hope you don’t mind. My heart’s home is in Washington, but I have a bicycle and the world spreads before me. I’m writing this as the sun is rising, when it sets again I will be gone. Someday I will appear home again.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Setting Forth
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It's weird because you'd normally associate a goodbye with a sunset, but I so clearly felt the sunrise in this little setting forth story. Good luck on your adventures :)
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