Yesterday morning I left Atlanta with my daughter, headed for Blioxi, MS., the first stop on my trip to live on Windrunner in California. After nine months of simplifying, giving away, selling, and putting stuff into storage, I left town with a partially full 8' U-Haul trailer and a kayak (photo). Wow.

The days previous had been filled with a lot of tearful good-byes. Though moving to Atlanta wasn't really my idea 20 years ago, over that time, plenty of roots were put down; some of my very best friends ever were met there, church membership (even I found one!), memories, experiences, favorite places, etc. The land-locked town in the south had become home. I will miss it a lot, and many wonderful people.

The first stop was the town I called home growing up, Biloxi, to see my sister and Momma, and leave my daughter there to visit for a week. It was my daughter who pointed out the following as we were driving along the beach - Biloxi is the place I first learned how to sail, and the town from which I first made the drive to California when I was a teenager. She commented about how perfect for this to be the place from which to launch the solo part of this journey back to California to live on a sailboat. As usual, the kid is insightful and smart. I am really, really going to miss her (first visit is already planned!).

Symmetry is nice when it can happen in life. A circle closed. Time to start a new one...