Look up into the sky, love. See that moon shine, so high up above us.

I'm moving in ... twenty six days. And that's not a terribly long time.
I want to stretch on and on, and somehow never end; but I also want it to be finished as soon as possible because I do not enjoy waiting.
My last day at starbucks is August the 5th.
My last day in Florence is August the 8th (my dead dog's 12th birthday, if she weren't dead.)
I'd like to see you all,
I'd like to laugh, and spend time, and carry on, and talk about music and movies.
It would be fun.
But, hell.
It's not like I'm dying or anything. I'll be home at Christmas, just like everyone else.
That's the most refreshing thing..."just-like-every-one-else".... :)