Today I was sitting, rather basking in the sun on the front porch of my Catheys Valley home doing my best to drink in the sunshine while simultaneously thinking through the very long and cold drive I am about to make to Colorado. It is the barrier of fear and loathing that stands between me and a very much needed move to Denver. Somehow enjoying the outrageously innappropriate February heat and sun sparked a desire in me to finally begin a blog, which I am now regretting as it forced me to move from my cozy catnapping place to a cold, dark corner of my house. And it turns out, I am no good at blogging. I have spent the majority of my initial session trying to figure out how to not make my blog automatically translate itself into Hindi. If you are reading this in English, I guess I figured it out.

I decided a month ago that I was going to move to Denver, really this time. I have faked the decision to move out of Mariposa several times this year, all with no fruition. But, considering I have packed belongings and set a date, this time seems to be real. This has been a long month of saying goodbye and closing up my year of life here in the little mountains. I don't think I am doing a very good job of processing emotionally what is about to happen in my life. Good thing I am going to have a long and lonely drive half-way across the county to think about it. I am on a countdown of life as a californian. Six days left to go and this decision is all of a sudden seeming really, really big.