Spontaneity

For better or worse, I made a change today. My prior plans included me waiting until the 21st of this month to fly out to California, find myself a job, and then fly back home, collect my things, return to CA and start my life there, couch-hopping with friends until I can find and afford a place of my own. This morning, I got tired of the waiting and anticipation, and I quit. I quit my job. I quit waiting. I quit living each day waiting for another day to come.

Now, I pack. This weekend I go with my mother to my cousin’s wedding in Daytona (congrats Nikki and Ray), and when I return from that excursion there will be a final packing of my bags and boxes. Then, California. I’ll leave most of my stuff with my mom in easy-to-ship boxes ready to meet me at whatever beautiful new apartment or hole-in-the-wall warehouse studio I find.

Am I excited? Yes. Am I nervous? Yes. Am I a fool? Yes.

The sky is bright and blue and I am free to go.