Under the hum of a jet engine

It’s no wonder that on a day where emotion runs freely, although greatly divided between utter joy from wishes of good fortune and incessant pain at the notion of leaving the comforts of home or the impending loss of good friends, I sit on the plane to LA and think of no other activity than documenting my thoughts. This reflection is of a nature of appreciation. More than a handful of people visited my party in 10 degree weather amid snow or called me the next day to wish me a safe and enlightening journey. Here, I will make it known I have no other intentions than doing just that. There is no doubt in my mind I am a few short hours away from an experience that will change my life. Know that memories and lesson learned in Guilford, CT and Ann Arbor, MI and the experiences shared with all of you who care enough to read my blog define who I am. I may return a different person, but it will be from a reevaluation of those essences rekindled with a new suite of knowledge and occurrences. I love you ALL in every way fitting to our individual relationships. I miss you already, but as it will seem all too common in the near future I am going to sequester those pangs to a place in my heart that remain yours forever, even in light of the surreal excitement I allow to engulf my senses. Find peace within, with your memories and ambitions. I am surely there somewhere. (I should hope that is the case, at least!?)

Until that day comes when I shall see your face again. ~Z

Look for the low down on campus and an EcoQuest overview comming shortly...I passed my swim test today. Yay!