This week my life starts over. I've spent 41 out of 42 years in Southern California; almost all of those years spent within a half hour drive of the hospital in which I was born.
There was that amazing year in Sheffield, England...
And now there is San Francisco. As I type, I'm sitting in my living room in my apartment in my new city of San Francisco. Forty-two years, seven months old, and I start life again. I must be mad.
I've also been to Miami this week, and spent the weekend just gone playing all over the city with Don and Stephanie, after all, the "Three's Company" bunch had a short run and weren't too eager to let it end.
So here you go - on offer, no longer My So-Cal'd Life; instead, my newly named blog. I like the idea of different visions, a different way of looking at life and things around me, so I put it in the name. It's Epic, too, get it?
I'll tell more in the pages, different moods, different topics, more pictures. I'm feeling more than a little emotional having made this move - it felt so stealth. So many people I didn't get to say "good bye" to. And my ego wonders if I'll be missed...? Or forgotten?
Starting over is hard and scary. And it is how we grow.