Upward Over the Mountain

The various goings-on back home with family and friends alike (let's just say it has been an eventful week and leave it at that) and the fully removed, wholly uninvolved manner in which I can play spectator to them and only muster muffled emotional response makes me wonder: Is it a function or fault of being so far away? Is it dangerous or normal? Is it maturity or selfishness? I feel concern and sympathy and longing, but only to an extent - not to the degree one would imagine. Maybe I'm just getting good at moving around a lot, which I think requires shutting oneself in some. But maybe most off all I just haven't been away long enough to fully understand the life I have here and fully appreciate the one I left behind.

Or maybe it's just this damn Iron & Wine I'm listening to. Sam Beam makes me so pensive.

The song just changed. Okay, yeah, it was just the Iron & Wine. Phew. iTunes is a dangerous drug.

And by the way, the Imonikai was cancelled. Damn.