Reducing Blur

I'm wasting time at a Starbucks in West LA, awaiting spawn who's chilling at the home of an old school friend. As my visit here wraps up, I feel swirls of angst, one part dread at the thought of returning to work (despite this being my best professional gig yet), one part melancholy at having to bid family adieu again, and at the very center, a chewy nougat of excitement at the thought that in exactly a year and a half, I'll be expatriating to some other fascinating part of the world. The world is big--did you know that?