Leaving

Here is the place, or somewhat close to the actual place, where I decided to leave where I have been for a long time. Mentally and location-wise. I am returning to the United States of America. There are many reasons, but the main one is a deep sense of regret. Deeper than the TauTona Mine. The second reason behind the main one is to oversee the completion of a new collection of recorded songs. Completing any project poses a slew of unforeseen obstacles. I need to reacquaint myself with recording technology, flash drives, different kinds of deodorant/body smells, cables, microphones, and burnt offerings.

That's the good news. The bad news is that my journey will be long. I spent the last 5 weeks shredding all of my important tax paperwork and reducing the weight of my belongings. Good Lord, I had a lot of ketchup packets. And soy sauce ones. Too many. I buried my journals and movie reviews in a safe, dry place. I gave away lots of trinkets and crap that I bought in a drunken blur over the last decade. I feel lighter. I also feel a lighter. There's a blue lighter in my back pocket that I'm keeping. I know it will come in handy very soon (foreshadowing).

Here are all my possessions. Not the beds, pillows, and curtains. Although very nice and fitting with my personal style, those legally belong to the hotel. Ethically, they are mine.

Traded some of my more tasteful clothing items and jewelry to a mentally ill, nude Australian man for a boat. It's a suitable ship that I haven't thought of a name for. I have run out of boat names. Over the course of my lifetime, I've named 100s of boats. I'm an expert at it. Most of those don't exist anymore and nobody really ever thinks about them so, essentially, they are all meaningless now. I'll come up with a name when I absolutely need to. Until then, I will refer to it in my thoughts as _________.

Here is a newly, unfamiliar view that I will no doubt get tired of at some point in the future.

I'm prepping spiritually for the long trip ahead. This will be a months long journey. I have plotted my course, but it's in pencil. I can change direction anytime. One thing is for certain. I'm coming home.

- Don

P.S. The boat is somehow hooked up to "Spotify". Here is what I'm listening to. Any recommendations?