to be the first to live up to the name, to make the leap, do the transition, make the mix, coffee and caramel, mochiatta's, decaf half caf latte's, images portrayed, wondered, questioned, and asked, and suddenly everything about anything becomes less than clear, and soon enough, weeks away, a new beginning, a dawning, the broadening of horizons, how strange it was to stay local for a year because of fear, because of comfort, and during that year to want to venture away, and conquer the fear, and brave the uncomfortability, dramastic, totally and completely, but such things rise and fall, and excitement creeps back into the veins, blood rushes, adrenaline pumps, and anxiety, what i miss, what i had missed, what i had drained, it returns, from the mists, from the swamp, from the places long ago i had forgotten, or seemed to anyway, these are all the things i like to see again, these are all the things to enjoy, to cherish, and hold dear, and i need to sleep