Today I flew to Melbourne without a return ticket. A couple of people asked me if I was excited but I really don’t know. I’m more lost than anything but that was kind of my intention, to take away my own routines and safe familiarities and set myself adrift on the winds of fate. Staying in Adelaide was kind of stagnant in some ways, painful in others, and depressing in others. I don’t know what happens now that I’ve left but I’m at least curious to see, if not quite “excited” about that unknown.