I hate leaving but I love going...

Often times I get very anxious when I am about to leave a place, whether it is my San Diego home, my Santa Cruz home, or just a place I enjoy being. The funny thing is that I seem to do it a lot. And I will do it even more so being on a boat. However, the thought of staying in one place for the rest of my life is much more terrifying than the prospect of new countries and open ocean.

Today I cancelled my cell phone service; over the weekend I sold my car. The time that I have spent in San Diego since moving here last Friday has been a whirlwind. I am not sure what I have been doing, but something to the effect of grading finals (you got an A+), buying essentials for the tropics (new longboard leash, tropical water wax, whole leaf tea, bathing suits and flip-flops), and of course, surfing. Surfing keeps me sane, and although at times I felt like I was going to have a panic attack from all the things I needed to do, I still found time to get in the water with my favorite SD surf buddies.

Tomorrow, weather permitting, we leave (we being my awesome parents and myself). I can't really fathom what that means at this point, and in all honesty I do not know. I hope to be gone as long as I feel is right. Vague? yes. Esoteric? maybe, but I do not want to assume too much or too little. Without expectations one can't disappoint, right?

Anyway, I apologize for the incoherent rambling. At this point I am a bit overwhelmed, but I wanted to post once more before I head out. I hope the next one is from another country. Hasta luego amigos!! Keep in touch.