Fish & Fog

My last week home is about to start. It's a bittersweet feeling I've become accustomed to, complete with last minute rendez-vous, procrastination packing, and a cold. The summer flew by, and just when I was starting to feel at ease, a whole series of obstacles is waiting in the midst.

The fog of San Francisco awaits, while a thick fog has settled over my brain. The unknown people, housing, and classes are just beyond my reach. And, once again, I need to muster up some bravery to excel outside my boundaries. This time it seems the most difficult. In the past my ignorance was bliss, now it feels more like a hinderance. I've grown much more attached to my roots, and now I'm forced to extend all my branches...even blossom?

In the meantime, I'd like to take a breath, but it seems my sinuses are keeping me from doing that, too. A fish out of water is how I feel. And, for the time being, a fish out of water; I will remain.