HEAD WEST YOUNG MAN – AGAIN

I'm sitting in a coffee shop looking out to the street. Slightly dreary yet for this instant – so small, so specific I can almost grab it – everything seems new and exciting. The stress over my recently quit job subsides. The stress over looking for a new job burries itself within the damp earth of the tree looking at me from the window. I'm a nomad. My life never taking up more room than can fit into my tiny Civic. I'm irrational and travel to where it feels right. Careers and decisions fork in my head as frequently as the pavement cracks before me.

This one crack has led me to San Francisco. Yes the promise of a great start somewhere else was faulty. A place full of unhappy people that have settled on mediocrity. Before I settled I had to leave. Even though it may have been foolish, I had to find out for myself.

So here I am, starting over – again. Waiting to see where the next crack leads.