The Impending Exodus

My exodus from Los Angeles, as I'm starting to call it, occurs in about two weeks now. I can hardly believe there are so many people to say goodbye to, I didn't know I had so many friends. There are many parties to be had as simultaneously I try to pack up my life. Sometimes I do get scared that I don't know anyone there, that I don't know the language, that I won't have all my bikes. Of all the things which are now uncertain as to how my new life will be, I cannot really get caught up in any of them. In my cases people prefer to stay in bad situations, simply cos the unknown is scarier. While I have a pretty good idea of what things would be like if I stayed here, I have no clue what they'll be like in France. But I can't just stay here and wait for something to happen to me, I've got to make something happen. When I think of all the night walks I have taken around Paris, and how perfect they are, how lonely, and wonderful, I can't help but know it will all be fine.

Tomorrow is the last Mosey.