Momentous Wave of Birdsong

The day I leave. I feel fine. I'm looking forward to the drive, but don't know that any profound thoughts will come my way. I thought they would last time and they didn't, for 18 hours straight the only profound thought I had is that I knew that I was doing what I wanted to do, which is pretty profound, yes, but not an epiphany.

This morning I shot awake at 4:30am. Wide awake and managed to go back asleep in 20 minutes until Mom re-awoke me at 5:30am as requested. I got up an sat outside under the grape arbor and felt the difference between knowing a place and leaving a place. But the sun still isn't up, and it's a beautiful morning, and just now I'm getting anxious and don't want to wait until 10am to leave. Have a friend to say goodbye to in Chico, maybe I'll call and come earlier. Drop my fencing stuff off at Tobin's at 8am and call from there.

Gonna shower, throw on some comfy clothes and get my bandana straight (windows are gonna be down, baby), check the house for things I need or might forget, and head out.

Alright. Here we go.