My dear friend Meghan Alaska left for America this morning at 4am, under the light of the big bright moon. Ugh, horrible, sad Februrary.
I copied this from a travel magazine that I found on the airplane while coming to Senegal. I think its appropriate for now:
THE TRAVELER'S CURSE
By Elivra Lindo
¨It's always me who says goodbye and promises to be back. It becomes a curse which marks your life, an order you obey with resignation, knowing that your soul is scattered around several places in the world and you'll never be able to stop until you're old...until I'm old.¨