Every beginning is difficult. I imagine tomorrow morning to be a welcome mayhem. Confusion and chaos, excitement and a bit of drama. What emotions will Jefferson show, where will the lines be drawn, will he distance himself immediately or will he cling...unknown. The typical Jefferson will cling, but the excitement of all of this will be overwhelming. To begin...to get started...to be in this phase of one's life.
I welcome the drive tonight, the dark, the stars. I welcome the trip home a bit more. Time to think. Solitude.