Is the most exciting thing about beginning something new the fact that you get to end something familiar? I'm not so sure. What I am sure of is, that for the greater part of life, you must finish something before you begin something else, and while you won't know for a while whether or not that something new is actually better, not taking the step is quite damning.
I rolled a 7, the doors are open, and since I'm at the beginning, I've no where else to go but up. I'll put away my heated showers the familiarity of papers and libraries, step over a few country boundaries, and put my fork in a hot (or cold) dish of seafood.
