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Back in college our group of friends would take turns hosting parties. There would usually be a dozen or so of us laughing, dancing, arm wrestling, drinking, eating, toking, making out, joking, and then repeat. Each party was a treat that lasted for hours and ended when everyone dribbled out. This exodus usually would last only last ten minutes or so before everyone cleared out.
One night at Scott and Tracy's, four of us remained as we hung out in the living room talking, laughing and getting drunk. At one point (around two am) there was a lull in the conversation and we could hear the music coming from the stereo. The song was Contact by Phish. The relaxing lyrics of the first verse so clearly poured into our ears.
We looked at Scott and asked if he was trying to give us a hint. He laughed and shrugged. We all then laughed and decided it was time to walk home. That song became a running joke that we would all play at parties as the exit tune. It was a funny way to give the soft message, "Time to move along."The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road The car is the thing on the road That takes you back to your abode
We moved to California in 1997 and have lived in Vallejo ever since. That is only fourteen years, but that is four years longer than I've lived in any other place in my life. Vallejo feels like home and I am comfortable here, but I am getting the subtle signs, internal and external, that it is time to move on. For the past year or so I've felt both pushes and tugs to leave. These forces are communicating to me that it is time to move along down the road.
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While I may be manufacturing many of the pushes in my mind, I've noticed real ones too. I've burned a few bridges over the years. One really bad and recent one is indirectly sending me push messages. Through very indirect communication (some subtle, some public), the sender is giving signals that my presence and welcome are worn out. The sender is done with me and it is time for me to fade away. I earned that push so I am trying to fade out as quietly as possible.
Helping the push are the tugs pulling me into new areas. The tugs come from going to New York, Las Vegas, Rome, and my other wanderings and travels. During those times away I felt tugs to move to the new area and a growing regret when I got back to the Bay Area. These tugs made me realize that a new home awaits me elsewhere. These tempting tugs beckon me with promises of a home where I am welcomed, wanted, and where I can bring fresh blood, no burned bridges, new perspective, experience, passion art, humor, and energy. These places are not tired of or annoyed with Karl yet nor feel the need to push me out. I haven't disappointed, failed, hurt, or broken hearts in those places. I am sure though one day I will. It seems everyplace I go I overstay my welcome.
Phish - Contact