I started writing this at 3 a.m. Then I tried to finish packing. Then slept for 45 minutes. Now I’m leaving for Tijuana in five minutes to take a flight to Monterrey. I’ll probably be offline for a couple weeks so I leave you in the unwashed hands of Moreno and Abogado. Paz.

By the time most of you read this, I’ll be leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again, to Monterrey, Mexico where I’ll be seeing my girlfriend for the first time in about six months. It’s more than a Valentine’s Day visit though … I’m heading south to live and work.

I’m surrounded by all my junk right now, trying to decide what to bring with me and what to leave behind. My bicycle? Probably not. Too many potholes and too good of a chance it’ll get stolen. My guitar? I’d like to. I’ll probably finally actually have a chance to practice and record some songs, but I don’t know if they’ll let me carry it on the plane. I think I have decided to take my rock climbing gear with me though. Portrero Chico, just outside Monterrey, looks pretty impressive and it’ll be a good way for me to meet people with similar interests.