So I guess my employer will be surprised tomorrow when I tell him I'm over it and done for good. I've been here before. I can tough out anything, but when I get to the point where I would rather eat a bullet than get in my car and go to work, well, my survival instincts tell me to make a change. And one think I am not afraid of is change. I thrive on it. Unfortunately some of my ex's have not. They preferred me stable and miserable. I've tried that. I really have. It just isn't me.
So after Frank Turner on Wednesday and the Descendants movie on thursday, I'm packing my car with my camping gear and hitting the road with no particular destinations. Everywhere from Washington state to Los Angeles.
So I may be sleeping in a car in a town near you. Please be nice and don't call the police. I'll leave when I've woken up.
And I'll document it along the way. It's a sort of walkabout for a California kid who is once again looking to find his bearings in this thing called life.
See you on the road!!
