sit on the porch in the springgive your tea a sip and I'll smoke cigarettes away

Brendan put together a CD about a year and a half ago with his friend Dan. The song New York has affected me more than I had expected when I moved to Japan. Obviously it was a chance to hear my brother's voice. But more importantly the depressed mood of the song coupled with phrases like the one above gave a voice to the feelings that consumed me being so far away from friends, family, and most importantly, Oriana.

But the countdown has been reduced to a few flicks of my fingers. It is somewhat astonishing to me that as I gave away my possessions and walked away from the comfort of San Luis, I could conjure up dreams of a life with someone so far away. Our dreams seemed far fetched in August. As December approached we both felt a bit nervous that this actually may work. I don't even need to speak about the blissful winter days that passed within these walls in Japan, but it was clear that O's trip to Fukuoka solidified our dreams. Somewhere around February I received an email confirmation for a flight originating in San Francisco and landing firmly for two months in Fukuoka. Could it really happen?

And it is. It's finally happening exactly how I want it to. Sitting on our porch in the spring. Minus the cigarettes.

Lofty dreams.