“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own.
And you know what you know. You are the guy who'll decide where to go.” Dr. Seuss

It's getting close to graduation. Sixteen days until I am a college graduate. Thirty two until I am a college graduate on an airplane to Europe. I am excited. Anxious. Scared. What does thirty five days alone on another continent look like? What does coming back from a trip like that look like? Coming back to what? I guess it's good that my heart still hurts; it slows things down a bit. Gives me some present to hold onto. But sleep comes easier each night. And last minute college stresses are taking over. The end is coming fast like a tractor trailer and I am a deer in the headlights. The beginning is creeping up on me like vines on a lattice and they aren't to be shaken off. I'm keeping the old with the new. I'm sewing a patchwork quilt and using the cotton blue of friendship and the midnight silk of love as the fabric. It will be warm and worn and I'll pick up new pieces on my journeys. I'm not sure how, but things are going to be good. I've got my red keds on and I'm heading towards the good life. I know what I know and I want to know more. More of what, I'm not sure, but if it is there to be known, I want to know it. And I know where I'm going. I don't know where I'm staying, but I know where I'm going. And that's something.