My life as a (luxury) 21st century nomad reached a peak in 2007.
A year of letting go: the habit, the hair, the relationship, reality
as I knew it, many other small- and bigger- things in between.
Time has finally come to leave the city, as well. (Going from the floods to the fires. If only they’d start burning the people who burn the forests. Seriously.)

Wherever the road may take us next, this is surely the end of an era. But I’ll stick to my grounds, always refusing to say goodbye
or bent my head to fate, choosing to dwell in a world of unfinished businesses instead of ever turning the page.
As if I have a thousand years left to live.