Two songs to celebrate firsts and lasts. Two songs about love and relationships and how awkward it is trying to manage them both. I don't really dance much, but this time I did. I was glad that I did this time.
To quote the Fantastic Mr. Fox ripping off some J.R.R. Tolkein quote: And so it begins.
Phase One of the Great European Migration starts in about nine days. Because there is nothing else happening inside my head worth writing about besides thoughts of leaving, scrapping together the rest of the ski season, and how everything and anything will or will not work itself out in the end, I will attempt to document as much as possible the planning, preparation, and execution of the move with sights and sounds. In times of need music is my panacea.
Phase One commences with a classic picture from a different phase in the not-so-distant past and a newer song about going, going, going, going far away. None of this is happening. And so it begins.