I'm leaving in a little more then a week. September second, I'm going to be in Bangor Maine, the home of... stuff. Well, it'll be my home soon anyways.

So come on over, the parties next Tuesday, the twenty-somethingth... twenty-eighth. At the house that has been converted to an art gallery. Hell, I'm leaving I could put the address up here and it wouldn't be a problem. But I wont, because there's a lot of damage that can be done in a mere ten days. At the very least people would order pizzas for my house, which I most certainly cannot afford.

I should reflect on things, I've lived in this town for over ten years. Everyone else has pretty much left and now it's my time.

I've been busy lately, spending time with friends, seeing live music, preparing myself for the transition that I must go through. I've been trying to make contacts before I move out to Bangor. I've been trying to say good bye to the friends that I have. Lately I've been oddly social and outgoing... a bit more confident then usual. This kind of reminds me of my senior year in high school. I quite nearly broke out of my shell in high school, I'd been quiet and timid right up until that year. Only in that final apocalyptic era, the end of an era was I able to open up a little to the world around me. And then suddenly I graduated and it was all gone, all over... I gave way to several years of hermit living.

And now it's a repeat of history. As my existance in this town is drawing to a close, only now have I wandered out into the world to meet new and old friends alike. And I suspect that once I reach Bangor this confidence will not carry through, just as it faded during the summer of 2006 it will fade once more as I start my lessons in a new school, in a new town, and on my own.