all that glitters is not fools gold

i'm returning to san antonio for all of the reasons i always knew i'd return for. and in spite of all the reasons i told myself no. after a series of minirevalations leading me towards a multitude of paths, i simply realized we're young and there's a million things left to happen. we can't microplan every step we take in pursuit of perfection. it doesn't exist. when you realize that, my friend, it all becomes a lot easier. we're got a chance, as the children of the boom, to do great things before time runs up. after that, who knows? nobody. so strap on your sandals and fire up the tortilla machine, i'm coming home.

but not before i head west for a bit.