I'm almost gone- but i'm still here.
Less than twenty-four hours from now i will have embarked on the series of long flights to home. Today its hazy outside and i'm feeling rather low key... i was up late last night listening to live jazz at a fun little hole of a venue downtown, and now i am happy to just drink cold coffee and watch the city go by.
And a persistent little tune surfaces in the absent minded moments:
All my bags are packed, i'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside the door...
Cause i'm leaving on a jetplane
Don't know when i'll be back again...
