Missing and Forwarding...
to the tune of Fergilicious
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I will miss hopping the clearly marked subway lines for which I still consult maps... but I look forward to driving along the stretch of highways and unmarked country roads…
I will miss stumbling upon randomly sprinkled soul food, African-French, Haitian-Greek, kosher-option only-in-New-York’s... but I look forward to real queso, tacos and breakfast burritos in their authentic access and excess...
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I will miss flaunting my New Yorker ability to weave in and out of all those damn midtown tourists... but I look forward to walking on large sidewalks downtown as a true Austin-ite...
I will miss playing ‘Not-It!’ at school… but I look forward to being the ‘Go-To’ at work…
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
I will miss hearing various forms of the f*bomb and vernacular combined so expertly and seamlessly in a Harlem youth...but I look forward to my students' Southern drawl saying "please," "yes ma'am" and "miss"....
I will miss being assigned a journal article that challenges my every assumption... but I look forward to indulging in reading that I choose based on my inner whims...
But its time for me to go home
But its time for me to go home
It’s getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself instead of calamity
Peace, Serenity
I will miss being able to IM someone in the building at 12:30am to order takeout, grab pizza and beer, or borrow an egg... but I look forward to living in more than one room and buying meat to cook in a kitchen that is part of that more-than-one-room existence...
I will miss being in a blue state.... but I look forward to being supersaturated in burnt orange…
I hope you know, I hope you know
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to with you
It's personal, Myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses his blanket
But I gotta get a move on with my life
But I gotta get a move on with my life
I will miss the affair I had with New York... but I look forward to falling in love with Austin...
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry...
