Melodramatic Phil Collins crap from the same album as Susudio be damned — I was never so glad to be back in Johnstown as I was on Monday night when we rolled in around 8pm.   I spent the whole day on Tuesday playing with Logan (and struggling to stay awake), not to mention just be as close to Suzy as possible.   Tokyo was fucking abominal.   I’m so glad to be among the boxed up comforts of home.

Suzy’s got a babysitter for tomorrow night, so we’ll go out for Sushi with some of my peeps and then close out the evening at Dively’s.   That’s going to be hard.   I haven’t seen Lee in forever, and now I’m going to roll in to basically say goodbye.   It’s going to be pretty bittersweet.   I have to admit, I haven’t given a lot of thought to the impacts of me leaving CTC, or Johnstown for that matter.

When I saw Cande on Thursday after the conference, she broke down and wept openly.   That really affected me quite a bit.   I really didn’t think I’d be missed, because friends always miss friends, and I’ve come to just accept that with so much moving around.

So much is going so fast right now, I can only focus on what’s in front of me.   This book I picked up in Japan on the Samurai suggests that questions of significance and emotion are for old men.   The warrior must be entrenched in the “now”.   Come April, when we’re starting to find our groove again, I’ll reflect more on my time in Johnstown.   Until then, I’m focusing on how great it is that we have such awesome friends in all parts of this world, the great opportunities I’ve had to grow here, and the challenges I have to measure up to in front of me.   That, and finding a new apartment, hiring movers and figuring out a way to beg, borrow and steal to pay for it all in the next three weeks.
Currently, a number of co-workers are logged into my computer and are frantically copying my music library before this computer gets turned off permanently tomorrow.   I hope they find something that turns them onto something new, or connects them with something worth remembering.

I’ll miss my friends here, but I know that nothing is forever.   We’ll be drinking again, even after tomorrow night.