If you know me, or have even had the pleasure of letting me talk your ear off for longer than five minutes, you'd know that I have moved quite often, and that.. gasp!.. I quite enjoy it. Over the past few years I have been hopping up and down this state as if my tail were on fire, I seem to keep moving further and further from my hometown (even though with each move I feel closer and closer to those back home). Slowly but surely I've begun to feel more surefooted with each city I set my foot in, despite a few slips, trips, and even the occasional fall. Gaining this kind of traction in terms of feeling courageous and adventurous is almost foreign to me, it seems I have unknowingly opened the flood gates to a lifelong affair with traveling. Albeit, I have yet to travel abroad, but that too is on the horizon. Fortunately, for my sake anyways, I have not felt the urge to "settle down" in the near future (in fact I couldn't even fathom it at this point in my life), which leaves me with what? No ties and no obligations. How often does one come to be so fortunate as to have the opportunity to up and move anywhere you please, pursue anything you want, and moreover, see the world. This revelation pops up in the back of my mind every so often when I am feeling glum and it never fails to bring the same amount of optimism and comfort as it did the very first time. I often get asked why; Why did you move out of Redding? Why did you move out of San Francisco? Why are you moving out of San Diego? Why don't you stay put for once? Well, because why not? I am not eager to nail down a place, a person, a job, a city, a home, a profession, or even my favorite color. Once I see it all I'll make my selection and I'll be sure of it. I'm in no rush. Take it from a hare's perspective, slow and steady wins the race.. and even if it doesn't well hey I got to see the world.