It’s funny, really, how life kind of takes you places without you knowing it has your back. I have a fear of change. It’s getting easier, but life has once again made it so that there’s no turning back. My house is being put up for sale, so even if I had WANTED to stay, I couldn’t- at least not the way I was. The roomies are out, and I’m living in a box of a house. No fridge, no cook wear, washer/dryer, no shower curtain. There is running water and electricity so really, I’m ok. But I’m starting to feel how it will be on the road- a less-than home; shelter, running water, and a lack of “things”. What are things, anyway? I think it’s good to enjoy the items of this world, but to know they are still things. I wanted this all along. To rid myself of “extra” and hit the road. Now, whether I’m ready or not, I’m getting what I wished for.
I leave in about a month with little to no things, a sketchbook, guitar, and a few things for the road. I’m going to miss Orange County. I’ve grown more in Southern California than I ever have in my hometown. It isn’t just a new chapter- it’s “part 2”.
I love you all and will be taking you with me.