Dallas, Tx on August 20
When I realised that my last few moments in Dallas were slipping through my fingers I thought that I was walking the green mile. I had the apprehensiveness of a deathrow inmate. I felt like I was on a short plank leading in to shark infested waters. Each drawer that I poured into my duffel bag was another memory that I thought that I would never see again.
And then I realised that if I did not hurry up I would miss my plane.
Ithaca:
Everything is going well. classes start tomorrow. I have made friends in high places already. I am moving rooms because we are so cramped. I was stuck in a double turned in to a triple. To be continued.
