A few of you know that I had been walking on a knife's edge for a long time - my living arrangement. Something had to give ... I finally had to step off the knife this morning, and move on to the next and potentially terminal phase of my physical existence. I am now, for the first time, officially homeless. If I'm scared, it's only because vagrancy is considered a crime. Bad decisions + bad fortune = crime.
Thanks only to the grace of God, and the kindness of two strangers, I have been able to make arrangements to hop on my favorite choo-choo tomorrow morning and travel far away from this place where I have dwelt for the past sixteen years. There is too much history here ... too much pain, and my heart just hasn't been here for a long time. I have always loved trains, and I have many sweet memories on this particular train route. I'm actually really looking forward to this trip - might be the last such adventure.
I'm going to a city I have visited and come to love over the past few years and have constantly dreamed of making my home ... if not through employment, then through vagrancy

The future is uncertain to say the least. My days of further communication on this site are numbered. My days in form are possibly numbered. I'm ok with it, to be honest. I've been on this path for a very long time. The only difference now is that the path is crystal clear, with no ambiguity.
I wish you all the very best with everything - form or formless, and thank you for reading and responding to my posts and for touching me. If you'd like to exchange a few words, you can reply here or PM me. Not sure how much longer I will have access.
Godspeed,
Kartik