Yesterday was my last day at Blur. My girlfriend got a cool new job up in San Jose and I am moving up there to be with her.

Last days are always strange experiences, especially this one. Its everybody talking about something that is -going- to happen... you leaving.. but obviously you are still there. I went through it in a daze of last minute business... not really comprehending I wouldn't be back on Monday.

Being a production artist you learn a discipline of working with others that really isn't like any other. If you want to know what it feels like, take the coolest idea you ever had... jot down half of it and hand it to someone else... and then resist the urge to scream "Not Like That! Aw you're ruining it!!" as you see what they write. : ) You learn to trust the process and more over you learn to trust the people. Its hard to find people that are deserving of that trust and precious when you do. Every individual at Blur was/is one of those. I know that when I think of my days in animation, Blur is the place I will remember as "the place". It was Heaven (work) and Hell (schedules) all at once and I will miss it dearly.

Now... Now I take a step into the unknown. I have spent so much of my life going down this road. I got to where I wanted to be and now I am going somewhere else. I know that no matter how similar it may look, no road after this one will be the same one.

I thought this picture was hyper appropriate for all of this. The green light in the dark. What remains unseen in this picture is the large railroad bridge that spans from the road to the light. Its the same bridge that as I kid I was afraid to cross, but the help of my best friend, did.

I have spent the past week living out of an empty apartment. It has been getting very cold at night. I had emptied the usual things from my car into the apartment to make room for moving stuff up to San Jose. Rummaging around through the stuff on one cold night, I found my tent and a sleeping bag.... so I pitched in in the front room. : ) I am typing this from what I fondly am now referring to as "Base Camp".

I am not sure I can do this.

It will be cold, I know.

The pavement has gathered dew, and although the air is warm, the pavement... will be cold. My barefoot hovers above a yellow dash in the middle of the road. Its the first step of a journey that will take all night. Without my boots, the cuffs of my pants will get wet dragging behind my heals. It's going to be cold.

Put your foot down.

It's the step I will remember. It's going to be important.. It's going to be cold.

Yes, but it's going to be real ...and so are you.

I will do it tomorrow night, its time to get up for work.