Change. Right?  

They say change is something good.

Growth.

Progress.

Evolution is change is evolution is change is progress is growth is change.

I'm a little heartbroken to be leaving this amazing city. Hearts are left here...

I fought tooth and nail against this. I fought myself.

San Francisco has been my city, the way it is for most people who live and love here, and I am going to miss my city dearly.

But I’m leaving. Despite the teeth, I’m packin’ it in, and I bite my nails anyway.

This part of this blog could be longer. I could tell you how I fell in love here. How my heart was broken here. How my mind expanded and my self developed. But all of that is mine, and here I am going to focus on good, change, good and only that because that is what I do here.

Change is something good.

I am changing.

I am moving to Los Angeles, California where I will be continuing my work on Something Good, continuing to work to get by and continuing my education.

I am going to be investigating the possibilities of a graduate program in LA. I’m thinking mass communication, fitting…

So change, let’s change.

We can change ourselves- work on yourself and you will change undoubtedly.

We can change our friends, and they can change us, despite what people say to the contrary. I firmly believe that we are changed by our relationships for better or worse.

We can change our environment. We just can. Leave. Arrive. Rearrange. Destroy. Restore. Environmental change is possible and can be endlessly good. I encourage you to change your environment like this, this, this and/ or this.

We can change the world. I want to change the world and I hope that you do too because I can and because you can. 

Think it over. What do you think of change? 

I’m thinking this: I will never know the possibility of the good to come unless I make this change. My leaving here and changing my environment has the distinct probability of changing me.

I’m going to shoot for something good with this change.

I’m going to take a blind leap and hope to land further than an inch ahead of me, and someplace better than on my arse! The thing about change is that if I leap, and I land only an inch further along, I will at least have gained an inch. If I land and consequently need help up, there will be someone there to help me, whether it’s me, or someone ready to relieve me.

My wet eyes are wide open and I am leaping blindly, flailing wildly and careening towards an unknown, smiling. Think good thoughts for me, it’s my time to change.