Tricking Six Digits on Kicks

A year and a month after coming to Los Angeles, I'm leaving here and moving to Philadelphia.  I'm getting in my car tomorrow morning and driving to Denver.  From Denver to Des Moines on Wednesday, and from Des Moines to Columbus on Thursday.  My grandparents live in Columbus.  From Columbus I'll drive to Philadelphia, and get into Philadelphia during the early evening.

I'm excited as hell.  I'm moving into Arjie's old apartment, which is kind of funny.

Feeling good, too, happy, a bit jumpy.

This is going to sound boastful, but I don't mean it that way - the last year's been an unmitigated success in my mind - I did what I came out here to do: succeed at a job, prove to myself I know how to perform, and get away from college.  I do feel like I could've done even more though - scoring 30 when I could've scored 45.

That's what moving to Philadelphia is about, I guess, trying to raise the bar again.  I'm going to try to spend the next few days, while I'm on the road, reflecting on what I've done well here.

The east coast is my home.

Stone