These last two years, May has brought about a shift. A change. A drastic tide to the normal flow and current of my life.
I hate November. Those who know me best know this isn’t much of a secret. Ever since my dog died six years ago this month, I’ve dreaded these 30 particular days of the year.
Truthfully, I can’t remember experiencing a “good” November since 2006 attacked. I always anticipate strife and struggle and regret and remorse for this month. And it’s basically what I get every year.
So…here’s the thing.
For 8 months now, I’ve loved expressing my silly/serious entanglement of thoughts on this blog while “meeting” some incredibly lovely individuals.
Next week I’m leaving southern California for a summer job in North Carolina.
I’m driving. This presents the potential for grand adventures and problems alike.