I spend my life in two very different places, in Ireland at the edge of the sea, and in California at the edge of the desert. Each year is an egg that I crack in half, usually pretty much right down the middle. The edges are a little jagged, and sometimes I lose a bit of shell, but all in all, it's a good move. It's... the one that I currently make anyway. I DO tend to get a tiny bit discumboobulated every time I switch from one to the other. I love "hello" and hate "goodbye" and can never quite get used to the idea that you can't have one without the other. (Still working on that one). I traveled around a LOT in the last few months, but it still didn't soften the blow that comes with hopping over the pond. East to West. West to East. Either way, it's an incredibly beautiful, educational and liberating way to live. It's also a mind-fuck, a spirit bender and a test of emotional stability. Luckily I get to spin around the planet with my Danman. We keep each others feet NEAR the ground anyway. It's a small world, but at the same time, it's a very large planet.