What started with a simple, one room hotel in the sketchy part of town, is ending with dear friends, damp eyes, and a road that feels solid enough to walk back to the US on.

I don’t know why, but life never surprises me. When I was younger, I was quite the embellisher. I felt deep inside that my life should have been more than what it was. As I’ve grown older and experienced more, I feel that slowly my life has caught up to my expectations and, if anything, I’m not even telling full stories when people ask, because I doubt they’d believe it anyway. But as my life unfolds and big changes get made, it all ends up feeling like the next natural step. Like it was always and obviously going to happen. And this last big change, leaving Baby.com.br and starting something new and on my own, seems like what was obviously going to happen the whole time.

But life couldn’t be that simple, could it?

It may just be. I have no idea what will come of my next venture. Of my next chapter in San Francisco. I have hope that it will be all I want it to be, and plan to make something along those lines happen. But I’m not alone in feeling that way. I feel I have a rendezvous with destiny, and I must do everything possible to make that appointment.

Here’s to life. Here’s to living it. Here’s to risk and doing what you’ve always dreamed of. Here’s to the high country and riding it. Here’s to destiny.