The Chaos of Impulsiveness

California. Lush, green, beaches for miles, and a sea too vast to comprehend.

I never thought I would be one to move to such a place, but here I am, and I'm doing it.

Since you, dear reader are most likely a close friend or relative, you probably know I'm terrified beyond anything I've ever felt. But just a few weeks ago I threw out to the world "I'm bored. Make me feel alive". The stars aligned, the cosmos was listening. If I really wanted to feel alive, there isn't anything else I could imagine that would do it other than this.

Excitement isn't a big enough word to describe one of the other emotions I'm feeling at this moment. In less than 5 weeks, I'll be driving across country with Rob, one of us in a giant U-Haul, the other behind the wheel of Blu, with a dog in tow and Dixie Chicks blaring "Wide Open Spaces" on the dial. Sounds appropriate, don't you think?

I don't think I ever intended on staying in Cincinnati. I always felt like I was waiting for something. More. I don't know why I felt this way, but I did. I do. For a while I think I wanted to stay, but not because I felt there was something for me here. I was comfortable. That was all. I felt safe. Moving doesn't make me feel unsafe, but it does feel impulsive. And exciting. And freakin' horribly scary.

I won't miss the allergies. Or the asthma. Or humid weather. Or the insane conservatism that covers this area like a thick layer of honey. But I will miss the changing of the seasons (this part of the world is 40-65 degrees year round). I'll miss snow (although, all I'll have to do is drive a few hours away and I'm in the mountains). I'll miss Pad Sea Ewe at Ruthai's in Mt. Lookout. I'll miss Mary-oke. I'll miss my Cincinnati family. More than you will ever know.

I'll be in Arcata/Eureka this coming Saturday through Wednesday. I'm taking both cameras, so be on the lookout for pics of my new hometown next week. Until then, here is a pic from Trinidad Beach/Harbor, just a few miles from Arcata. Jealous?