So Here's To My "Home"

Given there are still 6 months till departure, this post may seem a bit premature and perhaps appear uncharacteristically sappy, however; I have been growing more restlessly aware of the haunting truth that I will be away from home for a year and ALONE. Deep out of my comfort zone and entirely removed from any sense of familiarity. This realization elicits both feelings of excitement and fear. I will make another post about all the mental cogitations (sorry I've been watching Frasier again) that have been taking my mind prisoner, but here I am specifically harping on the heavy thoughts of leaving home...Not being able to see, hold, talk to, or grow a year older with the people who make this place...my home.

So here's to my "home,"

Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for 'Californi'
It's a place that I know right-well

So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
'Davy Crockett' is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating shame

So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

I have sailed with Burgess once before
He's a man I know right-well
If a man is a sailor, he can get along
And if nothin' he is sure in Hell

So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

Now the sun is on the harbour, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again
(Here we go!)

So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee