Today is September 12, 2010. I arrive in Charlotte, North Carolina on December 22. I only have 103 days. Never have I thought such a passage of time short, but now I can't help but loose a tear thinking, my god, it's just too damn soon. I love you, Charleston, Mom, Dad, Amelia, Randy, College of Charleston, the east coast, Tim, Aubrey, Virginia, MJ, but it's just too damn soon. I don't want to turn around just yet. Each day passes and I settle a little more into Hobart and Australia. I've found beautiful new friendships full of promises and potentials, but tonight, lying on my bed, my neck bent against my headboard and aching, I can't help but think I'm going to disappear before any of those potentials can be exacted. All of the incredible musicians and music circles and dances around Hobart have opened their arms to me, and I am utterly happy to be a part of them, but I cry when I remember that I'll only be able to play with these people, learn these songs, indulge in these jams, for a short time yet. This entire lifestyle that I have cultivated here, in Hobart, is so mercilessly temporary.
But, you know it, all things fade. This is my situation: I have 103 days to live here, and I intend to do so as wholeheartedly as I can. There is so much beauty here, I won't let it down by withdrawing into a shell just because high noon is past and the sun's begun to sink. Man may thrive in the sunlight, but there is also beauty in the coming moon.
"The Only Moment We Were Alone" is how I feel right now. Listen.
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