Dear readers—I’m tremendously pleased to announce that as of last night I no longer have a job. And no, this isn’t an April Fool’s joke, though it is now April 1st and I often feel like a fool.
In three weeks I’ll turn 39-years old. As a pre-emptive gift for my 40th revolution I’ve decided to take a little break from life here in Seattle. In one week I’ll be heading east. There’s a lot more land that direction. Destination TBD. Timeframe equally open-ended.
I’ve got some packing and organizing to do before I can leave. T’s to cross and I’s to dot, people to see, etc and so on. But for now—my calendar is clear wide open as the skies above.
And so—it begins