saucepan

I'm very in-between.
I'd love to post pictures; I have tons, and I want to share. If you go to imbrognaphoto next week, there'll be new stuff; if you go to http://blog.myspace.com/billimbrogna you'll see the broad strokes of what I've been up to the last few months.
But right now I'm just floating. My life is turning a new page. right. now. I'm in a hotel in Charleston, with the tv on to something i've seen a million times, with a bar downstairs that's open for another half hour. I've got a lot to be excited about when I get home, so I look forward. I've just finished a project for my employers which became a profound period of personal growth and discovery, so I look back. But I'm overwhelmingly conscious of the fact that this, right now, is the transition period. When I get on this last plane (two planes, actually, cheap bastards) I will have to admit that the days of roving the countryside are over. But the life I go back to is not the life I left.
I've got about six more hours in limbo, and then I'll be back in transit. I should sleep. I should work. I should walk. I should drink. I shouldn't sit here and idly reflect. I'm dwelling on every moment except the one I'm in right now, and if I've learned anything this year, hell, these last five years, it's that this moment is the only one that matters.
I'm gonna go find a quarter to flip.