Tomorrow.

I leave.. tomorrow. Part of me is consumed with denial, a growing part is nervous, another part is excited for a new adventurous change... and all of me is sore from the Hood to Coast.

Also, I found out my address so now you can all send me lots of mail because mail is awesome. Packages though are a pain to receive, so letters my friends, letters are where it's at.

Anna Fraine shout-out!

Thanks for this:

"Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a strong string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing."

Dr. Seuss.