somewhere Pacific coast

Two weeks plus ?

Hung out in a surf town recovering in a hammock for awhile, then to a beach town with some Colorado kids. We jumped off 50 foot waterfalls and snorkled in the reefs, ate random meals and shut down bars being those people. Both of them were intensely intelligent and the right people to meet at that time, reminding me of things.

Yesterday I said goodbye to them and caught a bus south to the hardcore surf break and was intimidated but remembered how much I love hearing people sitting around talking about surfing who know what's what. I met a guy from Georgia on the bus and we had the most interesting American political conversation over pizza, the day before had been hanging out with a Cali medical weed baron, today a Japenese landscaper. You can meet someone cool every day on your own. And immediately after I broke off from my Colorado triad, my unbelievable solo travellers luck kicked in and I got a air conditioned ride to catch the early ferry from a totally bilingual non creepy guy, we talked politics and immigration.

Yesterday the results came in. I have two college degrees. I am done. I am free. It is over. Until the results came in I would get these moments of incredible grief that I started to recognize as letting go of the life I had. It was harder than I thought it would be. Walking down a dusty road in a little sun dress in the mid day heat and feeling a deep sense of confused sadness. Now that I know the piece of paper is mine, it shifts, I'm ready for the next part, it's going to be ok.