Some things, they be happening.

It's time for one of those posts with no particular point, which very few will read, and those that do have been stricken with some form of unfathomably overpowering stretch of "bored time". I'm going to, selfishly as always, speak about myself.

My folks are moving from the home I grew up in. A beautiful, homely spot on Lake Michigan and features a stretch of unfathomably beautiful beach. Beach that I've grown up aside, that my friends have grown with. The very same beach that our first dog, Nonnie, would wade through to retrieve thrown branches which she would proceed to keep for herself or instigate a game of tug-o-war with.

Nonnie's son and our current dog, Momo, still lives. He's badly arthritic and the beach has provided him with moments of weightless fetching bliss. Next time I descend the stairs on this lazy summer, I've gotta remember to take him down to the beach.

I'm not sad, that wouldn't adequately explain it--sadness too often implies dormancy. My folks, after all, are moving in part so that they can afford to put my brother and I through incredible schools. I feel like it's time. I feel ready. I only hope my parents do, too.

It's an odd goodbye, encircled by qualities of "moving on", passing through and accepting drastically different life for my siblings, my parents and I. We're all moving onto new wakes of life: Jon in his intense academics and looming (inevitable, it would seem) Law School days, Emily and her travels, graduation and, of course, some sort of graduate work.

Even I have begun to feel the motion. Alby--the ultimate procrastinator, the youngest child, he who reluctantly left the comforts of the womb, he who constantly stops to smell the flowers neglecting the hairs on his chin or the mounting college loans. Even that guy has been swept away by Lake Memories, into the sweeping, foaming gestures of what's to come. And hell, all I know is institutional academic ladders. Everyone's gotta have a backup plan, sometimes they even end up being the backbone of dreams.