In NY, white flakes poured down from a white sky as a lone seagull soared outside my window. This might be the last time I see a snowstorm in twilight for a while. The flakes were so big and heavy they fell more slowly than usual, and I followed their lazy path from sky to ground as the sun set. Night has come, white sky turned to black. My pet bird is bopping to some peppy music on the TV. Cars rush along the FDR Drive, and my NY world, which seemed so permanent, is going to disappear in about a month when I pack up and move to Monterey, California. I will be moving 3000 miles away from home for this radio station, all the people who love it, and my dreams. Adventure awaits. Change is scary. But I suppose quiet desperation is worse. Has anyone ever changed lives? What was it like? | 
