Notes: With barely a week left in our tenure in Brooklyn, I'm definitely getting wistful. I'm busy as hell. There are things I need to do, and things I want to do, and it feels like there isn't enough time to do any of them before we go. This has been such a substantial chapter, so it feels like I should write a hell of a song to say goodbye. The song would say everything I ever wanted to say about living here, what the place means, how it changed me, what it gave me, and how I will remember it. It would be an adequate tribute. I have a week left to write that song. Instead, I will probably write a pretty little two minute reflection, because that's what I have time to write. It will be meaningful to me, and it might even get some of the point across. It might even be good. But will it be adequate? We'll see. I'm sure that some day soon, settled into a New England life with New England rhythms, I'll have had the space and time for reflection. I'll write the big one then, but it will be too late for a goodbye. My goodbye will be small. Maybe it will be just enough.
lyrics
This is a place in a time
And I have arrived here
Half full of questions and half full of dreams
What's a proper goodbye?
What's an adequate tribute?
Do we just pack up and take off with our things?
I get close up to feel the texture of my traces
I'm old enough to know when I am out of place
It's alright that I am
Have I said enough
About a decade enamored
With sparkling, grimy, and unfiltered things?
Have I opened up?
The way that I'm feeling
My churning and bellowing heart, let it sing
I get close up to feel the texture of my traces
I'm old enough to know when I am out of place
It's alright that I am