So Long Sweet California

I leave California at 9:25 tonight and am unclear when I will return. I will return though. I’ve never been in love before like I am with California.

Cruising down the coastline in the evening

the sun setting on the ocean on my right,

there's no going home tonight

just following the tail lights

to some city or a border or a party i could crash

tell my friends to come, drink to being young

because experience is a burden you regret

if it hasn't happened yet.

The lanes grow fewer, exits come faster into view,

but i hug the passing lane until i crash.

The stars grow brighter as my head gets lighter

from a joint i sparked to make the feeling last.

And though the girl I'm with may not be my last

at least the job I work will never be my death.

I'm happy knowing with every passing breath

I grow closer to a change.

I just have to switch lanes.

I just have to change.

A Video Test and Taste

Hi again. I've posted a video of a test I performed several months ago. It's up on the blog so you can get a taste of what a video entry might look like. I'm using the Kodak Playfull (fun and cheap) camera. Some corrections to the content are as follows:

I never got into shape.

I was wait listed for Israel so I'll have to attempt that adventure in the future.

Enjoy the video below.

- Ethan

My Choice - December 1, 2011

I’m unemployed and homeless, by choice. So this is what it’s like to be happy. I’m not broke, I’m also young, recently turned 26, and I’m single (sort of) with 0.0 children and good knees. Oh yeah, hi, I'm Ethan. Three years ago I moved away from old, cold New England to the gorgeous weather of Southern California. I've spent my time here working hard, lots of long hours, stressful days and nights of planning, worrying, problem solving. I’ve been running a fundraising office (street canvassing office) for an environmental non-profit and two months ago I realized I wanted to see this world I was working to save, so I gave notice, bought a ticket to Peru, sold as much as I could, and threw the rest away. It’s now December 1st, I fly east to see my pops in 19 days, and I leave for South America on January 10th.

This is the start of a journal. It’s beginning in a Starbucks near my office (ex-office), but I know it will find it’s way onto moleskins, notebook pages, maybe even napkins and eventually (who knows how often), always, onto my blog. This is an adventure. What will I learn? What will I experience? How will it change me? How will I change it? I’m excited to answer these questions, but honestly, whatever. The most important part of all this is I’m doing it because I can. You always can.