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as a post-script to my previous entry, i don't intend to sound glum. rather, i wish to express my pining for change and for adventure, and at the same time, my sadness at the prospect of leaving my home of the past four years.

of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure on a distant journey into unknown lands. shaking off, with one mighty effort, the fetters of Habbit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares, the slavery of Home, one feels once more happy. the blood flows with the fast circulation of childhood....a journey, in fact, appeals to Imagination, to Memory, to Hope - the three sister Graces of our moral being. (sir richard francis burton, in his novel zanzibar)