#27 Riding the Waves

It has been a month since I posted anything here. It hasn't been because I haven't had anything to say. Its been because I've been riding the waves. Nah, I don't surf nor do I live on a river--I'm not even talking about water. The waves I'm riding are waves of life--just like the rest of us.
I'm not going to whine or cry because there is no reason to. And if I seem cryptic, that's cool because I'm writing for me and not for anyone else so I'm the only one that has to know what the fuck I'm talking about. Suffice it to say I'm just growing and learning.
I've decided to move to St. Louis and live. Columbia is dead to me. It's been dead for some time. My magazine is the bright spot but I can manage that via telephone and computer. What is lacking in Columbia is the juice of life. I've lived here on and off for 20 years. I've written from here, gone to school here and taught here. I've done all that I want to do here and it's time to go. I have no regrets. I don't feel like I've wasted time but I can't afford to spend any more time here. I could go on and on, but why. Simplicity is always best.
I will continue writing, ranting and saying my piece in this blog. It will just be from a different location.
Wish me luck.