One Way Ticket

I bought my plane ticket. A one way ticket to China.

I'm a firm believer in intuition...and my gut is telling me to get the hell out of here. Sometimes you make a decision because it's logical...sometimes just because things you feel a rumbling in your gut that tells you it's the right thing to do. To stay in San Francisco would be a death. I'm sick of it. I'm done with it. I'm restless. And I'm ready to take a leap of faith.

I do feel like I'm running away, but in the best sense of the word. A reset. An opportunity to learn a new language. A chance to live in another country. A chance to live simply out of one suitcase with nothing but my wits. A chance to meet new friends and have stories to tell. A chance to wake up with fresh eyes. A chance to step off the treadmill that powers the machine.

I don't really know what is gonna happen. But this is gonna be fucking awesome.

When I was booking my ticket online I was trying to decide when to leave. Then I saw a flight on Feb 8 at 12:01AM. That's my birthday. It was a sign.