Last Friday marked the longest I've ever been from home. Two months. And I have only four left. Already I am one third through my stay across the oceans and below the equator. I fear for what I cannot hope to experience before my return: there is so much that I have yet to touch or see, feel, taste, or even smell. But, you could say such for any place, any time. When I do return, Charleston will be like a new photograph of an old place. I will see each tree and river and beach with new eyes. Eyes perhaps a little wider, in both innocence and awareness. I cannot wait--but I oh, so desperately need to. I need to keep children's eyes for all of Tasmania, and Australia, and New Zealand. I will.
This week marks the last before Spring break, for which I and several others shall be renting a Wicked Van and traveling around Hobart, Launceston, and anywhere else that our petrol purses can purchase. But, until then I still have work to complete for Sculpture (though I just finished my wooden Kukri today; I had to use the leg of my kitchen table for a vice to hand gouge the inlays into the blade), and Australian Texts & Traditions. Currently, Foundation Audio has flatlined somewhat, but at least I now have access to all the recording studios, which Ian and myself have already begun to mess around in. What's more, this Friday night is the FolkFed's monthly dance! And it's nothing but CONTRAS! And we in the Old Time String Band are playing (though I intend to get a bunch of great dancing in)! Ah, how I love music, making it and hearing and dancing to it.
I'm sorry if I've been aloof or silent these past days, those back home, but I've been doing a lot of thinking and work for my classes. I bought a discount webcam, so Skype is back in action; hit me up. Farewell, until next I need to write.
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Cheers.