You know…things get really serious when you take down your pictures.

I’m sitting here looking at my life being stashed away in boxes. I’m getting rid of a lot of things. Packing things away to be dealt with at another time. But there’s something about bare walls that truly signals a departure.

Before I leave there are a few things I must do. I mean, besides turn off my utility and phone and clean out the fridge. Before I leave I must search my life’s attic and clear out some cobwebs so I can peacefully make my journey on to the next stage.

I have complete peace about going down. Everything I’m missing here is waiting for me: friends, family and the opportunity to be a writer. However, there are still some places of unrest in my heart and I must get some closure before I go.

The only thing is, what kind of closure awaits me? You ever feel like you want an answer to a question in your heart, but you don’t know exactly what kind of answer that you want? Or for that matter, is receiving your answer really the best thing? Maybe some things are better left unkown. That way you won’t have to deal with the answer not being the one you expected to hear.

One more day in Gainesville. Shutting it down.