Farewell...

This will likely be one of if not my very last post before my trip to Israel. I'm going to NY this week, so I may get on a computer again, but I would be perfectly fine being so busy sight-seeing and and cursing at strangers and New Yorking it that I don't have time to hit the Nets and post again. In any case, we're apporaching a cease-fire in communication, and that is significant. Signficantly weird.

I'M GOING TO ISRAEL!!! WHAT THE BUMBLEBEES IS GOING ON???

If you haven't paid attention, my journal is named Homeland Ho, so after I get back from Israel, I will have to re-invent my digital documentation. I will no longer be Homeland headed, which feels sad for some reason now that I write it. The near-future feels so bright that the dark, farther-future seem fearful. And stuff. What?

Anyway, I just want everyone to know -- especially my dearest ColdTowne Heroes -- that I love you uber-much, and will miss you like the desert missed the rain. I love us, I love us, I love us, and know now more than ever how central we are to my life. Austin Improv is wonderful -- as are all the super-ice-cream-fantastic people who play with us -- and I can't wait to return and see all the marvelous new things being spontaneously created. My heart wants to burst.

Cripes. It's easy to forget the excitement/anxiety/apprehension/appreciation/anticipation feeling you get before travelling. It's good it is, let me say.

And most importantly, to the little-est dude, Robin Goodfellow: I'll miss you too. Be a good boy.

Shalom, dudes.