“I saw the streets all ripe with jewels
Balconies and the laundry lines
They tried to make me welcome there
But their streets did not feel like mine
So long, I’m goin’, goin’ home…
I want the sun to hit my face
Through oak trees in the open lot
Forget about the things you want
Be thankful for what all you got
So long, I’m goin’, goin’ home…”
– dan auerbach
as you read this, that’s exactly what i’m doing. flying in the sky…
the weather is calling for a low of -27, high of -17, which is pretty balmy compared to recent weeks. i don’t even have a winter jacket since vancouver hardly flirts with negative numbers (thank the Lord…)
but it will be the first time i’m officially traveling home for the holidays. and i couldn’t be more excited.
frigid cold snaps and all.