Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, and eventually you have a lifetime. Anticipation reverses the process. Months turn to weeks, weeks turn to days, and eventually you are an emotional mess of tears.
In the last few days I have sorted through the material remnants of the last 5-6 years of my life. Personal belongings sorted, evaluated, and ruthlessly discarded, packed away into a snowboard bag and a few suitcases, a box of photo albums and books.
I sold my bike and have taken away numerous bags of clothing, books, cds, shoes, etc. Piece by piece I reduce my possessions to fit in the back of a Subaru Outback. No matter how much I free myself of, it all still seems too much.
Today I went on a "discovery flight." We took off from Santa Monica Airport and I took control of N1111X from Malibu to Hollywood. Slight complications during the flight with a malfunctioning throttle only made me feel that much more thrilled, and forced my novice engagement in landing. Getting a pilot's license isn't the worst idea I've ever had.
Tonight I played trivia at the Cock 'n' Bull one last time with my favorite trivia team and favorite bartender. Watery eyes ensued.
I have 5 days left here in Santa Monica, CA. I have loved this place and often declared I may never leave. I am leaving, but I have a good feeling I'm coming back. It's hard to turn your back on Home Sweet Home. I reserve that nomination for this part of the world.
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