Sad to say I'm on my way/Won't be back for many a day Well, life hasn't exactly been like the old Harry Belefonte song, but one can't help but think of it as they're packing up. Looks like Katrina has moved out of the South for now, and hopefully my air travel won't be that affected. Land travel is another story. I tip my hat to Her, she packed a punch did she not? Wow. Actually my worst fear is that I will be going through Miami and if any of those MTV figures are still around--I might get shot. Then again, maybe Kelly Clarkson will be on the same plane as me heading back to D/FW. Hey. I know. Shut up.

Anyways if all goes well by Wednesday night I will sleep in Texas. In a new house. This has been the longest I've been away from Texas (and stayed in one place, a difference from some of my cross-country misadventures). Some people I know are ready for me to return; others could care less. I'm pretty indifferent. But naturally as I'm packing up, or really as we were just driving home from dinner and I was looking out the windows, it seems like there was so much more I wanted to do or see. It's just the sinking in that I'm leaving the tropics. Off the top of my head a few things I'll miss about being in Grand Cayman, we have to start with just waking up every morning and looking out my window to see the Caribbean Sea. Going to the grocery store and seeing a young kid walk around with a bird balanced on his arm. The sobering solace found in the endless sky. Or you know just driving around and staring through the windshield at the varrying degrees of paradise. (On that note I'll also miss driving on the left, which believe it or not seems a lot more natural that driving as we do in the States).

So heres to you, mighty ocean. We'll see each other again soon enough.  ¶ 8/29/2005 12:08:00 PM