I often forget how fast things move. I just realized that I have 2 weeks left in Houston before I pack all my things in my car and head west, until I reach the pacific.

Slowly, nostalgia is building up. Strange, its revealing itself and its funny way before I even leave. Maybe its because I’ve left home so many times before.

An ounce of me is not wanting to go, not take further responsibilities via law school and all the things it comes with. I live a semi-charmed life at the moment, doing mostly what I want to do whenever I want.

My trip west is this frail reality ripping itself to shreds. I can already feel the process starting, obligations and money issues poke holes in this nice little world. Uncovering so much more, of everything.

In a way, though, its nice. I am moving across my world, from one reality to another. Transitioning into something interesting - hopefully - perhaps even stunning.

Haven’t packed a thing. I’m still deciding whether its best to leave it to the last week, or the last hour. I’ve made some lists, of course, but they sit next to me, staring at me, waiting for further instructions or commands.

Maybe I’m the one thats waiting.

Posted by Vivek on Saturday, July 15th, 2006 at 1:11 am.