I don't know

So I moved, everyone is telling me how exciting it is to move and how this changes everything. Moving is only exciting if someone else is handling the nitty gritty otherwise moving is tiring.

Does this change everything? Waking up each day changes everything. Not showering changes everything.  Change is inevitable

Am I excited about the next chapter in my life? Meh. I know great things will happen and not great things it is a part of life. I think I will just sit back now and enjoy the ride.

Don't get me wrong I still have those dreams that are locked like Fort Knox in my heart. I have the secret wishes that is part of being a human being.

I feel that one of the reasons I have been so disappointed in the past is because I have stacked the deck so heavily with expectations.

Expectations are like a slow moving poison you don't realize the damage until it is to late.

So I am not slacking or indecisive, I would meet each moment as it happens.

I don't know the Sheepdogs

Goodbye

This chapter is ending, I feel as if I should say goodbye. I feel as if I should exit with eloquence and meaningful parable to give gravitas to my time here in the DMV. 

Instead of saying goodbye I will sum up some of my experiences and what I learned. 

Being bilingual can be a pain in the behind. People who speak Spanish will be hostile and suspicious because I speak English. 

People who only speak English are resentful and suspicious of people who speak two languages. 

I learned that southern cuisine is over rated. 

Sadly I saw the casualties in the "immigration reform" debates and they are all children. 

All over the DMV area I saw undocumented individual working hard to provide for their families. 

I saw kindness when I was on the bus this morning a woman who had just been released from the hospital got on she didn't have money to ride the bus. A senior citizen tucked her walker in she pulled our her change person not much was in it and she handed the lady the money needed to ride the bus. 

I saw people from all over the world visit the nations monuments. And I will never grow tired from the looks on their faces. This country still has magic. 

I remember the chair knocking episode aka the earthquake. I was visiting one of my schools and Ms. Meredith grabbed me and pulled me into a door her concern was making sure I was ok. Afterwards she wanted to know if I was ok. 

I learned that wheel locks are important, wish I had known that before all my wheels and rims were stolen. 

I learned that football is a religion here. 

I learned to always search for the pockets of kindness that are littered the hours of the day. 

Goodbye DMV you are now a part of my DNA and memory banks.