Far Flung Futures

let's start by a disclaimer: i've never been a faithful keeper of journals. returning emails is difficult even with the convenience of my iPhone. the very idea of writing words that are captured for time makes my fight or flight instinct switch on and i usually decide to scrap the whole thing and get a cookie.

but what the heck. what's the worst that can happen? fierce ridicule and criticism via the internet? scathing reviews and virtual eye rolls? heart palpitations and empty bags of cookies? guess if i quit my job, said "see you later" to the best friends i've ever known, and left all manner of sweets for exciting and new pastry frontiers i should just stop whining and do it. after all, it's getting a bit ridiculous that i'm wasting this much brain energy over what to say and how to say it. mom always said everyone's too busy worrying about themselves anyway and i think she's right. maybe she would want to write this blog for me...whaddya say, mom?

well, pictures speak louder than words, right? so i've included a few from the last month, that strange time where everything seemed so polarized. excietment and fear mingled whenever i thought about my upcoming trip, the pull of my friendships was offset by the push of a job that had run its course. even the weather couldn't figure out where it stood, scaring everyone with black clouds bearing torrential and spasmodic downpours that clicked off and on like a bored child with a light switch. but at the heart of it i felt lucky. lucky to have such a beautiful place to which to say goodbye, such funny and inspiring people to intensely miss. so thanks for sticking with me, going on adventures and dealing with my maniacal mood swings. everyone around me should win a medal of bravery and whatever they give people for not deserting your troops when it all gets batshit crazy.

commence eye rolls and sighs. let's go!