After another epic weekend spent with amazing company, I realized that everything I once had planned is now in the process of being completely reevaluated…and I’m all in. From the smaller, more mundane details to the larger life-goals, things in general just feel defferent this morning and in much better ways than I ever saw possible.
I used to talk ad-nauseum about how I was firmly grounded in Colorado for the rest of my years. Did I fear the shift from familiarity, or was I just hesitant to change? What was it about a lenglthy conversation this weekend that has me thinking, “You know, life is what you make of it, and you can do whatever you want with yours. California…it does sound nice.” Maybe it’s the life-long dream of one day driving the entire 101, the easier access to the drift scene (as that has peaked my interest as of late), the promise of a seculded spot in Malibu for picnics at dusk, or simply because one day we all need to step out of the shell we create and see there is more to the world.
Add the bonus of not one, but two fine feather folks wanting to teach me how to surf, and the future is looking bright, my partners in crime. Am I out of here tomorrow? No. A year? Maybe. 5 years. I don’t know. Is the wanderlust creeping into my head exciting me to no end? Yes. Yes it is. So, we’ll see.
PS – This whole California-talk happened in large part after spotting a 1962 Nash Metropolitan (pictured) in the parking lot of Billy’s Inn in Denver… Sunday driver, the coast, palm tress, the beach… Life is for livin.