“Leaves are fallin’ all around, time I was on my way
Thanks to you, I’m much obliged for such a pleasant stay
but now it’s time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way
for now I smell the rain, and with it, pain
and it’s headed my way
Aw, sometimes I grow so tired
but I know I’ve got one thing I got to do
A-ramble on, and now’s the time, the time is now
Sing my song, I’m goin’ ’round the world, I gotta find my girl
On my way, I’ve been this way ten years to the day
Ramble on, gotta find the queen of all my dreams
Got no time to for spreadin’ roots, the time has come to be gone
And though our health we drank a thousand times
it’s time to ramble on”
Hat tip to Led Zeppelin. I heard this on the radio today as I drove into Boston from Gloucester, crisp clear fall day. I called my friends G, K, T, F and left a message for Ted. I called my kids and swung by and said good-bye to KP, who bless her heart, is always so good to me even though I don’t think knows quite what to do with me. I spoke to V as she rode a train from DC to New York.
And here I am. On my father’s 90th birthday, heading out, through the night and to Bangkok. F is convinced I have some great juju going and I agree. Yesterday, after cleaning out my mother’s three homes, I came to the last six boxes stacked in a storage unit in the basement.
The final box on the bottom had, in my mother’s handwriting, “Burma”
I opened it today and there were letters on top. I opened the top one. A letter from my father to my mother from Bangkok. So the first place I will go when I get there (Saturday, ugh) is go find this hotel and let the adventure begin.
I am nervous, sad, scared, excited, overwhelmed and thankful first to T and T for convincing me last year in Africa that I really should go do this and then to all my friends and partners on my journey, who have gently but firmly told me:
And so I go.