My last night in SF and I sit with my favorite bay area beer(s), tears sadly dripping down the side of my glass (ok, so I haven't really cried yet, but I assure you I will). I have said most of my goodbyes, at least the most important ones, I hate that part. I have a few more days left in California – a few spent in Napa, locked inside a house where I will try and find comfort in books and writing. Pt Reyes will see the last of me over the weekend and I will do my best to bring this adventure to a proper close. I'm missing this city and everything I have grown attached to, yet I haven't actually left yet. I know once I return to Vancouver, I will complain about how much I wish I was back in SF, how much I wish I was doing this and listening to that.

Time to look at the bright side of things. Friends! I will take them back with me, in spirit , and will of course, be back to drive them up the wall with my chatter and stupid jokes. Music! I scored big time with free tunes and saw some incredible bands these past few months. It will take me days to listen to all my new and future faves – thanks to dear Stewf and a fat (do I say phat in this case? I don't know. Perhaps it is time I get familiar with the street talk these kids are talkin these days) going away gift from Punchcut. The music will carry me back home and keep me afloat while I daydream about being back where I think I belong.

Thank you all, I don't think I can express my appreciation enough. I will miss each and every one of you.