Another year, thats basically what I've agreed to, what I've signed up for. Its only a year... and yet so much more. I haven't even been here a full year yet, it goes by quickly, and seems to drag. The problem really with another year is how much it complicates leaving and how much harder it makes going back. Another year means growing more comfortable here, getting more accustomed to the pattern, the routine. Another year means I'll meet new people, like more people, respect more people... more people to disappoint, or not necessarily disappoint but more people who will deserve an explanation if I choose to leave. Another year means more miles, or more accurately miles that feel longer. It means more trips, or fewer, but again that requires explanations. It means growing farther apart from some, playing a smaller role for many, and being replaced for hopefully only a few. . . A lot can change in a year.

Can we pretend that airplanes

in the night sky

are like shoot stars

I could really use a wish right now