I'll be seeing you, Monmouth.
Today was the day I stopped by the office, turned in my keys, got in my filled-to-the-brim car, and with this song on the radio, drove away from my college hometown. I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry.
And then I was back home in the aptly nicknamed Tornado Alley for my first ever trip to the laundromat. No tornadoes tonight, just these wicked looking clouds.
And now it's time to throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in my sails. Ala Mark Twain.
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