ok, for once a normal journal.

i suppose any emotion that will pour out of me in poetry right now will be beyond comprehension, so i must save it till my mind puts the feelings together first, and then run with the words..

the recent passing of my grandmother Valia has opened my eyes to a blinding picture of the future. this steady path of life isnt good enough, there is something missing.. a goal.. perhaps a skill.. perhaps an opportunity of a lifetime.

and so, i have decided to take on a masters course in london, a full-on, all-go, straight-in full time masters degree starting this spring. and it is through this course, that i shall accomplish the last piece of puzzle i need to move on, and move back to the states. yes, indeed my time in england is wearing thin.. she is almost done with me. but as i tread towards the coast of the california sun, i will never forget just how much she has changed me.

so there you go. thats where this ancient deviant is heading, hopefully. over 7 years on this website, and here i am, still struggling to put things together.

when will i ever grow up?