hhrrmmm…

its true, im having quite a difficult time actually writing here. if i write, chances are it will be here:
http://thespanishroad.blogspot.com

its so strange, walking around on campus these last few weeks, knowing everything is about to change forever. im trying to hold on to these moments, trying to collect them and use them to carve out a safe place in my mind where i can hide away and remember simpler times (yellow leaves falling like gentle snow on campus, a multitude of frogs clamoring over my front porch at night, the familiarity and comfort of the home of a good friend) but they keep slipping away from me.

ive said it before, and no doubt ill say it again. the times, they are a changing.

but what does it mean?

“It’s time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room
The air is clean
Your skin is clear
I’ve had enough of hangin’ round here
It’s a different kind of conversation
Your blue room”
-U2, “Your Blue Room”