It has come to that time here where everyone has realized that I am soon to leave this exotic continent. For the last month, I keep getting ask the big question: When are you leaving? The question is fundamentally an awkward one, a way of asking 'when will I never see you again?' without being too direct about it. It is a conversation I hate to get into, but I can seem to avoid.

Compounding the difficulty in answering this question is the problem that I have not dealt with many important details this moving back to New York. I know where I am going and I have a general timeframe of when I want to be there, but that's about it. Even with the semi-transient lifestyle I live down here, it is bound to be a pain in the ass to get moved out. In my mind, anything that has to do with the upcoming move is something that I don't really want to talk about. Yes, I will get it done, but I consider it is about as fun as my other dark 'to do' item, taxes.

The good news is that nearly everyone here has already asked the question now. That gives me a few months lull before I have to deal with all that sad stuff of leaving this town and all the people I've met here. Few. I better enjoy it. Perhaps it is enough time for me to learn how to surf?