Transitions

Aren't easy.
Someday, hopefully soon, I'll continue sharing my adventures in France-land, tales of socialism, hilarity that is finals for foreign kids (not), and "THE RETURN".

I don't know if anyone will keep reading, but I feel like this is the best place for me to sit down and keep chronicling. Sending out my stories into the void of cyberspace. It's a busy place, someone might be passing by and stop to be interested. Or to laugh at my terrible grammar and invented words. But really I don't mind. I didn't keep a diary or a journal, though I wish I had, and this is probably the best medium at this moment for me to try and get down some of my thoughts and memories.

The avocado man.
The Centre Oregon trip to the Dordogne (spelling? Lord. I should care but don't...).
The puzzle man at the market.
Leaving.
The final final exam that would never come.
Email lists.
10 kilos of books.
The final days.
Club d'Anglais.
Dolphins out the window of a plane.

And now I'm home. Rambles, of the physical variety, have been put on hold in favor of a job (or two), a summer at home, and being busier than I ought. When will the wandering go on again? One can hope soon. But in the meantime I'll ramble on to the world about my ramblings of the past. I can but try to entertain.