I’ve decided to leave Cambridge at the end of next semester, in 8 months. This area has been such a wonderful home to me; Randomites, ESGers, Scadians, Olinites, Rockies: you’ve each been a family to me beyond my wildest imagination (not to mention my actual family, who I’ll miss horribly). I love every one of you, and it hurts just imagining leaving, but I’m due.

This January, I’m heading to South America– to Argentina, Brazil, and Chile– to check out the scene there. Maybe Costa Rica too, if I can fit it in. Come with me! Talk to me before December and we’ll make plans.

Come June, I’ll either leave for there or Europe, or possibly points further out. I might get an apartment, a job, a girlfriend whose language I don’t understand, or I might stick to the road, doing computer work remotely and building up my travel blog business. Probably both.

I have no clue how long I’ll be there. There are a million reasons I might come back to the states. But if I do, I’ll probably head to the left coast, to San Francisco or Seattle. I might come back to Boston (for a million reasons), but not for a couple years at least.

Eight months seems like such a short time, with so much to do, and so few chances for the things I like most. A few more rocky after-parties to host, fewer salons than I have digits, a class to teach, learning to drive. I’m making a list of what I need to do before I leave– poke me if you want to be on it!