Walking at my parent's place I noticed leaves on the ground. Fall arrived without me noticing.
I leave Edmonton in two days and Canada shortly after. Before, a year away seemed like...well, a year. Now it feels like I'll be back in a flash. Perhaps it's the fact that I won't be returning to Edmonton after this adventure. I'm not sure.
I like the fact that I'm leaving. It's rare that the circumstances of one's life change so drastically and deliberately. Since I know that my outlook on the martial arts and myself will change so drastically in the next year, I'm almost more excited to come back to reflect and actualize those changes--though I still feel like a kid on chirstmas eve right now.
Leaving right after renovations was a good idea. Helping clean and maintain the place reminded me how much of myself is in that school. I've got bones in the foundation. They'll stay there, even though the rest of me will go.
Blogging is all about accountability, right? So how about a sweeping, overly grand, melodramatic statement to hold myself to:
I promise to always be a student here.
No matter where I end up--whatever else I've train in--as long as you'll have me Silent River, I'll be first and foremost yours. Kempo is my walk, my talk, my muscles. It's me. I aim to keep it that way.
Enough promises. A goodbye dinner then a few days in Vancouver.
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