Yesterday morning, I thought my life was falling apart. Yes, a bit dramatic but in between heartbreak house mania, my quest of the unknown in the black hole of job searching and me planning a euro trip on a broke as a joke graduate student budget, things were looking a bit dismal. Now I sit, still in my PJs over 1.5 hours after I was planning on being at work today and finalizing my plans for my trek to the west coast. Jamming to sweet tunes of Jose Gonzalez, booking tickets and e-mailing my hopefully future employer. Looks like I am flying to California, the beautiful heartbeat city of San Diego, to sail a weekend regatta with the owner of the company of the job I applied to. Getting a tour of the business on Monday, I hope this goes well. Regardless, I’m diving in head first. I better have good energy this weekend because as of now, this seems a bit unreal. This is the type of boat I will be sailing. Hard core, I think so.