September 2005

In a few daysI will be taking a plane to South America. I've been clearing up things with Julian. For some reason, I feel like this willbe something amazing. I feel like it's the right time and I will find this mysterious person or thing that I'm looking for. How I think it will be there, I have no idea.

I've been obsessively packing and re-packing. I need to get away so much, I want to days to fly by. Tim still calls me every day. he tells me how awesome it is down there, how much fun we're going to have. The time we had in NY and LA was really fun, I hope this will be the same. Actually, I want this to be better.

I'm a pragmatic person most of the time, but I'm really putting a lot of myself into this trip. Giving it more weight than it should have. But, hey, I have to make mistakes, and if this out to be one, well, at least I'll have an adventure.

I have a feeling that I will never live in this town again, so I'm saying goodbye to it, and this chapter of my life.