I don’t want to do this. Life was just fine…until this week. Future plans has pulled the plug that holds all current tasks; motivation has slipped down the drain. All I can think of is trekking South America, making art, starting a bakery in Maui, finding new surf spots, teaching in Japan and everything else that is not the paper I am supposed to be writing. I want to cut off my hair, sew a dress, get a new board. I don’t hate San Diego. I don’t hate school. I don’t at all hate my life right now. I just have to move and I can’t stop thinking about it.