i hear the term, “go west, young man,” and i want to apply it to my current situation.  but in gay years i’m not young anymore.  i expired when i turned 35.  i better start taking my calcium supplements now to keep my bones strong like sally field. 

all things considered, i’m excited to leave the mountains for the desert.  fall has crept in and so has seasonal depression.  perhaps living in a place where mostly everything’s dead all the time will help improve my mood disorder.  rimshot, please? 

the great thing about the desert, though, is that in the death there is life.  somehow bugs, animals, cacti, and leathery-skinned people have managed to call it home forever.  i hope to become one of them.  

i mean, the desert has birthed mormonism, how bad could it be?

stay tuned–more adventures are on their way.