It happened so suddenly.
All it took was one e-mail this morning from someone in Blacksburg about something quite simple, and then my whole thinking shifted.
I mean, all this time, I knew...somewhere in the back of my mind...I must have known...that soon I would be returning to that other 'burg quite soon...
I feel like I've been living in a kind of daze for weeks now. My routine is sosimple. Get up, get ready for work, work for 8-9 hours with a lot of fantastic people in a comfortable building, go swimming or go for a walk, go home & cook, read and/or watch Six Feet Under, go to sleep, start the whole thing over again.
Many weekends have either consisted of extended versions of the evening adventures--longer swimming, longer reading, a walk around the vegetable stand, an outdoor excursion--or a completely different adventure like going somewhere magical (Asheville!) or hosting someone fun (mom and goddessmother!).
And then, in one fell swoop...Thoughts in the Presence of Fear. (a title of an upcoming Appalshop film, but it fits here to match the idea that the school year cometh)
All of the sudden, my mind is racing! I need to buy books and get my oil changed and matriculate (something that always made me think of hairy palms) and organize my TrapperKeeper. I love/hate the last month before school begins. It reminds me of the feeling of playing Hide & Go Seek when you have to pee really badly. You're very excited and totally terrified at the same time.
Wait, I just realized that this could be my last semester of formal course work.
Ever.
Crap. Now why did I write that?
Now I'm really scared.
I gotta go take a dip.
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