Woah. Jeff, I can relate. Lots of similar feelings here going from Cleveland to Syracuse—a different sort of Ohio to New York move… A quote from a favorite short book that I think you’d really like (The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran): “How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart of his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.”
Woah. Jeff, I can relate. Lots of similar feelings here going from Cleveland to Syracuse—a different sort of Ohio to New York move… A quote from a favorite short book that I think you’d really like (The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran): “How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart of his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.”