To my great excitement, though not surprise

It seems I’m packing my bags

to claim a temporary spot

Somewhere over that-

9.83 million kilometer².

Loneliness is a distressing companion,

Worse still in the periodic winter chill

But I hear of excellent chocolate milk,

Of second hand books that come deadly cheap,

And also of a serious appreciation

of silliness and such like.

I think there is a whiff 

of favorable times in the air.

Yet, some would say I should wait,

let time tell the tale.

But, nah. Spunk does always sell.

So Muah, muah, muah

Colon, Closing Bracket.