Leaving, it seems, is what I do. I am down to the final days in Wellington and my time here has been a whirl wind. So many wonderful people, an inspiring community that isn't afraid of the strange and unusual, every other person is an accomplished musician; these attributes are pretty special. I have enjoyed you immensely Wellywood, however, my gypsy feet have been itching for a little too long, and there's only so long one can ignore such things.
At times, my wandering spirit does seem somewhat self defeating. I have never stayed in one place long enough to become a fixture in the wood work. I've had more than my fair share of frivolous fun, and I thought that with the years steadily passing, I would have sated that part of me. It seems, some things will not change. I am eager for a new adventure, some new creativity and some more time in the wild.
Where these thoughts will lead me, I do not yet know. I have whimsical fantasies of going to India and finally buying that Royal Enfield and riding to Thailand. There is talk of an artist in residence in Hawaii. A canoeing trip down the Colarado River? A month long hike in Spain? Moving to San Francisco and discovering Amurica (oh how I love thee and taking the mick out of your accent).
Thank you to all the beautiful people I had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. Every one of you is dear to me. And, it is never good bye, just see you next time! :)