In a little bit, after posting this I’ll be pulling out my router and returning it to the company. In a little bit, I’ll be walking around seeing what else I need not forget. In a little bit, I’ll be undoing all the last threads that keep me here in this place, in this state. In a little bit, I’ll be finished and then waiting for hours to pass.

I have less than 24 before I board the train.  Less than 24 and time is crawling so slow. I’m a bundle of nerves.

I don’t know what the future holds. And I’m okay with it.  I know I’m going to be three days offline and out of touch. I know when I do arrive, I’m going to be balls to the walls on so many things. It’s an adventure!

And it feels weird. This place, this state has been home to generations of ancestors from before the founding of the country, and I’m leaving the ancestral home. I keenly feel the roots here and I’m uprooting myself to head west.

I know all that I’m going to miss – the green that’s so vibrant here and my trees that have comforted me. I’m leaving the safety of the forest and I feel it deeply. I’m an East Coaster by blood. I’m as much a part of this land as it’s a part of me.

Now I am leaving. Who will I be?


About Isabella LeCour

She is nothing more than the collections of thoughts placed into the virtual worlds. She is a poet, a mother, a lover, many things to different people. But mostly, she is nothing but smoke and mirrors - some ethereal thing that blinks in an out of existence.
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2 Responses to Today

  1. RGF says:

    Travel safely, little one.

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