Crystal.

The coast is clear. Finally.

      

Procrastination at its best. 1 hour before I should be on the road and I'm still pottering around nowhere near ready. I'm not one of those people who constantly whinge about how terrible the coast is; its not. Given its repetitive and filled with all kinds of funk and slur. I love this place. Sure I need to get out, but so should every 20 something coastie once or twice. More than anything I am (strangely already) missing my bellas. The Bellevue Bandits. I feel like our little clique has been split right down the middle and half of us take to the air while the others mind home base. I cant help but wonder how things will change in 5 months. I hope I still have a warm fuzzy place nuzzled on the laps of the ones I love. I'm taking you all with me in spirit!

As I have to keep reminding myself to breathe, words just get the better of me. I imagined myself to say something a bit more whimsy and inspirational as I take the first step out of the comfort zone. Except right now all I feel like saying is;

Au Revoir.

Or ‘Bye’, ‘see ya’ as we would say. It literally means “to the seeing again”. I don’t know how those Frenchies manage to give life to the dullest of over indulged saying, but dammit they do. :)