circa 2005

Fascination for things that grow through the cracks in the concrete,

Enthrallment in ambition beyond limitation,

Passion for exploration, creation and motion.

Crazy Mission

I swept up the last possible of my removable remains, from my luxurious west coast room. My crazy mission to explore this country was almost complete. The sunsets embraced me here, just like any ol’ good one from the brights above, but here he told me, “darling, go home.” I needed to empty out of this town pronto.

The majority of my stuff had been given away or meticulously chosen to be packed into boxes for UPS or FedEx servicing. My stomach knotted up as the minutes got closer to my departure time. I don’t know if I did it right, but I sure as hell tried.

I strapped the rest of my earthly positions and instruments onto my back and headed to the lobby to call a cab. It was night dark and the market lights turned the streets a cheery and glossy orange. I was overwhelmed by emotion and memories of ecstatic joys and traumatic no’s that this city has given me. "Just like any other city," I thought, “ah the duality of it all.”

"Flying is easy; it’s landing that’s hard." If you fall down, you better be ready to get scraped up. I had to turn myself into a super woman character to make it through the next 48 hours. Goodbye this, hello……that?

I did not want to consider the future I was stepping into and of course, I was in no condition to evaluate the past I was jumping out of. 1...2…3…jump!

Cabbie arrived and like a crumpled-up wad of yesterdays news, I said goodbye to my home of 7 months and began my journey in search for my next bay viewed perch.

Oh how I love cab drivers where you can only understand every 4th word they speak. His last words to me were,

“Remember me when you become Senator.”