Complicated things, feelings. As easy as it is to assure oneself at any troubled emotional moment in life that in future one will control and master and understand (wisely, no less) one’s own feelings, when the moment for having them actually rolls around, there’s no control whatsoever. Feelings, whether the product of enculturation or pituitary, are deeper than any conscious attempt to master them.
They are also, not coincidentally, quite irrational and quite delightful as well.
I’m leaving Salt Lake City in a moment. White I do feel a bit apprehensive of the return trip, I can also say with some authority that for the first time in a long time I don’t feel as though I’m losing something by leaving the place where I am. That, ladies & gents, is damn nice.
Funny thing… It is often the case that the people you miss most in life are the people you can least afford to tell.