Here I sit for the last time, in my “old man” apartment; feeling emotions ranging from the intense to indifference. We all know that we walk our own path but the time that we get to share that walk with another are the times most of us will remember, at least those are the times I know I won’t forget.

At this point there’s no reason to dive into the old clichés, we’ve all been there, on that last day of school sitting on the bus - filled with a storm of emotions that racks our well being. Looking out and thinking about what we are going to do next and about the people we leave behind.

I’ve moved a lot - all around VA, to NYC, then LA, down to the Virgin Islands and now back to VA and each time I’ve prepare for a new destination a different set of emotions has played. The set that’s rolling now seems to be rather unknown to me; its unclear, convoluted, layers onto of layers and shards that stand out like a step ready to trip over. I know most of this will pass, that a lot of it is being brought up on the heat of this fulcrum but that doesn’t make this confusion any less real.

Tonight I’ll be sleeping in a new bed, dealing with a new set of obstacles and challenges that hopefully my time here and my experience gained on St. Thomas will help me overcome.

I apologize if this post seems out of place, oddly written or overly sentimental. I just needed to put this out there… to write it down before this all passes and my grasp on how I felt fades away.