Transition isn't for the faint, the sick, or really the sane to be perfectly honest. Neither is leaving the only place that ever felt like home, and a bay full of friends, lovers, family, mentors, and even some admirable enemies. Oh, and that big big big blue house. Always opening her arms to reveal a swarm of smiling faces (and a bevy of bicycles which if nostalgia can work her magic I may one day also remember fondly). There were just so many things I wasn't through with but sometimes when it is time to go, there is nothing left to do but leave.
What better way to kick off an epic departure than with a month of willful unemployment, a giant naked mural of myself on the half-shell, a stellar going away party, and a seemingly endless road trip with but one purpose- to hug the people most deserving of my last hugs.
