2013 was a helluva year in the city.
I met my father for the first time
A dear friend committed suicide
I broke up with my best friend and partner for a short stint with a klepto shaman
Rented a studio apartment above a night club
Drank danced starved and desired. I became disillusioned.
And then the PCT called. And I was like “yeah, who ever said I can’t do a fourth PCT hike ?”
Time to recenter myself and “insert: (new age-y spiritual growth declaration).” I’m giving up on crystals. Instead I’ll follow the call of the wild! Hoot! Caw! Moo! Hubba hubba baybee!