I am leaving in less than 48 hours. People have asked me how I feel and if I am prepared. I think its hard to be prepared for such a change and I have no idea how I feel. Huntington Beach is a void of emotional territory that I have never confronted fully, I tend to run into the world with bare feet and a parachute clung to my back. The weight of this delegated propagation for a responsibility to our Earth’s natural ecosystems is going to fuel my transit into this new world. Leaving behind the empty American suburbs for a life in the African bush can leave me with no one other than myself and those that trek in the muddy winter days of Rustenburg.