It's February. It seems that no matter where I live, when the shortest month of the years rolls in, I always feel like rolling out. far. In a 3-hour-drive-induced-self-analysis session from the Cape to Northampton, I couldn't figure out why this seems to be a pattern for me. Last February I was living in LA finishing a job, when I suddenly decided to pack up and head back east and start again in NYC. I ended up in Western Mass instead. A year before that I was in Vancouver. Loved it there. But I became relentlessly restless with the program I was in and dropped out with only a month to go. kind of REALLY impulsive. Before that I was in NYC for a couple of months. Before that- Vancouver. Loved it there then too. Before that- Somerville, MA. Before that, on Cape, and before that- Western MA.
2003 to 2008.
February! Now I'm back in Western Mass- sort of where I started- and I want to take off- again! where? don't know. far or near. big or small. high or low. It feels as if I'm embarking on an voyage decision making time.
and this weekend I began it by heading to the coast of Cape Cod.
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