bright turquoise t-shirt

We made it home in one piece. Well there were two of us so technically, two pieces.



I saw my brother in Santa Cruz and had to say goodbye to him for an indefinite amount of time. I wish that I could describe the emotions that passed through me this weekend, but it is still fresh and overwhelming. Oriana slept through a few hours of the drive and I had time to think and calm my head down a bit.

The goodbyes are beginning to annoy and I'm losing sight of their importance. I may regret this feeling later, but I don't see the huge fuss of it all. I am excited to leave. In fact, I want it to happen sooner than it is scheduled. I want this to get underway. I'm ready and I don't want to spend any more time messing around with cups of coffee and uncomfortable dinners. I want a home. I want my new home. I want to run into the waves and swim for myself.

So why freak out about leaving? Why does absence matter to you? You've got your stability. Let me leave so that I can surprise you with a phone call at an inappropriate hour or so that you may open your mailbox and find a postcard from Japan.

Or somewhere else. Further away, further from here, further from my possessions, further from my car.

I'm feeling frustrated by the formalities of selling this car and shipping these boxes. I want them gone. Do I need any of that stuff? The calculus books, yes. The small wooden statuette that reminds me of a time of stability, no. Not right now at least. Maybe some day soon I'll find those trinkets necessary to remember the times that have passed but today they seem to get in the way.

But the bike and the surfboard, I'll need to bring those. Some items are worth their shipping cost.