Sunday, August 5, 2012

Vacillating between excitement and anxiety each and every day as I anticipate my departure. Walking through my place, empty of most personal effects, the remaining couch my office with piles of papers, books, magazines, and lists of calls, contacts, I think of jet lag. Someone will meet me on the tarmac with papers and cash-Casablanca sans rain.

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