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the tallest man on earth sings a tune with a lyric, ‘leaving because you can’t feel what you’re dreaming of,’ which could potentially sum of the life of an expat, or someone with a restless heart.

i recall a gas station in Texas near my uncle’s house, about 70 miles away from my hometown, when i was 10 and went for a visit, i thought, wow, we are a long way from home, and it’s going to take a while to get back.  having a few 16 hour plus flights to the middle east will cure you of impatience, and put the big world in perspective.

i’m taking my patience and feeling dreaming heart overseas in a few days, and the course that’s led me to the point is remarkable…at least for me, the boy with little perspective other than that of 80 miles around my hometown to that of a vagabond on the road to everywhere, churning a ton of brain cells, hoping to channel into the solution of ‘x’ sooner than later.

bob dylan said you can go back, but not all the way, i totally understand this feeling — it has pro’s and con’s, but just like the story

Why I Left Harry’s All-Night Hamburgers, I just had to hop on the ship.

To this day, from what I can boil down, humans are motivated by two major things, fear and love.  Love is only thing that by doing more and more, it actually makes you better and better.  Fear prohibits artistry, creativity and ambition, and life’s been a struggle to overcome fear.

I think about next week this time, I’ll be sitting in an Italian Cafe, probably pointing to something at the menu not being able to communicate effectively in the native tongue  and feeling firsthand what it feels like to be a visitor / guest living in a different local and the humility that goes along with this.

i’m anxious to see what’s behind door #2, i know its not going to be the trickeroo of ‘nothing,’ I know it’s going to be enriching, I know its the most permanent / comfortable feeling i’ve felt in ages, I know it’s going to change and enrich my life, I know I’ll have more time to get a book together.

I haven’t had a day in about 5 weeks where I’ve felt that I’ve just got out of the ring of a 15 round digital prize fight, I look forward to having a few of those a week.

It’s very difficult to leave family, it’s very difficult to only have the time budget for best friends of 2 hours or so. the weight is a gift and a liberation at the same time.  it amazing when you start looking at words and situations and flipping them, flipping them back, flipping them again, then flipping back to square one…you get closer to special things when you put yourself in other situations and other people’s shoes and eyes.

an amazing memory i have of italy, hanging out in the alps with a bunch of germans writing postcards to the folks back home, having a few beers, retiring in an exhausted state to under siege, I didn’t know Segal could speak Italian so well.  If he can do it, I think I can manage.