Farewell!

To my dearest friends, family, and all else who blur the line between them,

I am moving to Sevilla.

In less than 48 hours I will be in a plane, Europe bound. Although I have spoken more or less nonstop about this trip with nothing but excitement for the past several months, now that my departure is imminent, my feelings are a bit more complex than that.

For those of you who know me well, you know that this trip is mostly a challenge I am presenting to myself in the hope that it will take me far away from my comfort zone and force me to analyze what it is exactly that I want out of life, and WHY? Many people aspire to settle down, have a family, and live a calm, easy life. Although I often ask myself why it is exactly that I DON'T want those things, at least not right now...even as a large percentage of people my age tend to be doing just that...I haven't quite been able to put my finger on it. I just know that I've seen enough of the world to know how much is out there, and I want to see and experience as much of it as I can. Sometimes I envy the people who have lived in the same town their whole lives. They have history there, they know everybody and everybody knows them. They have had the same friends since they were born. I've lived too many places to have one of them feel enough like home to tempt me into staying there. For this reason, among others, I wander, perpetually a nomad at heart, in search of something that draws me in enough to make me stay. For me right now, that place is Sevilla, a city that has been calling to me ever since I left it four years ago. So, to Sevilla I go, in hopes that I will find what I am looking for.

At any rate, it's bound to be a wondrous adventure.