Oh Nelly Pt. 2

I feel exhausted and inexplicably melancholy. Probably because when I'm here I'm missing people and when I'm gone I'll be missing people. I'm a nomad. Someday I will put roots down and stick my fingers deep into the earth and make a little bit of it mine. For now I leave a little of myself everywhere I go. This is both a good and bad thing.

Tomorrow is September 1, my, time flys.

Finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense - Ralph Waldo Emerson