i knew it was coming sooner or later:
i stepped out of my house this morning, inhaled the fresh autumn air, soaked in the sun and the bay and the fall leaves. and started to cry. i walked toward perryville park for about ten minutes before sitting on a rock and letting the downpour begin.
i have become entirely absorbed into this pseudo-neverland and it is jarring to realize i'm not staying here forever. i am anxious for the next step; for the family and friends i have neglected this year. and i will miss my ameri-friends dearly.
after my tear ducts dried out, i walked for another few hours, took a nap (i am convinced sleep is the best remedy for everything) and woke up to a happier thought:
i am a blessed woman to have so much love and beauty in my life. and if it takes a few tears to remind me, then add it to my blessings.
You may ask yourself, "How did I get here?". - I'm going to tell you all about L'Eroica California in painstaking detail: Just not now. I will say though that I've given a lot to cycling over the years...