During my last run on the east coast shore, I reflected on the last two weeks. These two weeks flew by more then I anticipated. It seemed as every minute of my time was filled in someway. Picking up my last check at the warehouse that filled so much of my time, choosing what went with me in my travels and what stayed for the new home owners. Where the rest of the items would go, besides giving them away to friends and friends of friends, a great deal went into storage, most of the items that once were my dads. So many emotions run threw you when you are saying goodbye to a place that has been so much of home to you, maybe the only home you've ever really known. We moved from California when I was so young, that this is the only place I have called my home.

Aiden, Jess and I have hung out as much as we could with the time we each had. I swear Jess acted as if we would never see each other again. Every single free moment she had was spent hanging out, texting me or as I call it harassing me. To ease her mind of me forgetting her by making new friends or as she called it "meeting some new hot babes" I went to the tattoo parlor and had Jess tattooed on the inside of my right ankle. She was pleased until she asked why it wasn't placed over my heart. I replied that space is saved for her mom. She was actually speechless until she asked which one. We had our farewell to the house with a huge goodbye party and yes, I did get laid as to Jess's request. Not that is that much to dwell on, it was what is was. We had a good time but it wasn't magical. The last hurrah defiantly out did any of the other parties we had in the past. Seas of people just looking to have a good time, most of them not even knowing me or the reason behind the party danced, laughed, and drank. Those that did know me begged and pleaded for me to stay and when my answer was sorry, proceeded to get me beyond wasted. I'm not sure if it was in hopes that a drunk me would forget moving was even in the future or just to make memories that Cali couldn't over place. I am opting for memories.

Finishing the last shower in this home, I throw on my sweats and sweatshirt and began my final walk through. As big as this house is, when my pops was around it was filled with a lot of love and good memories. Even though he was gone frequently for his job, I knew this was our home. Without him around it was just big and felt empty. Being close to my only living relative, well relative I speak to will be great for me. Aunt Denise is excepting, a bit of a nut case with ADD I swear but the closest I have to my father.

One last look at the place that for so long I called home and one final turn of the key in the lock. A single tear falls down my face as I slip on my dark sunglasses and walk to my friends.

Now as the last box is being placed in the truck, seriously, men are only good for two things, populating the world and what I have hired theses guys to do, move shit. With that thought I turn to my newly best friend Aiden, "Hey man, keep it real for me. Remember you will always be my bitch."

Quickly Aiden engulfs me in a bear hug, who knew having a cheating ex could bring two people so close together? I consider Aiden a best friend, hopefully that won't change with the miles between us. "Ash, you will never get rid of me, I will miss you but this isn't goodbye. We'll see each other in a couple months."

Guess he is my bitch. Returning the hug , "Alright pretty boy, take care of yourself and watch out for whores." Letting him go I quickly add, "Aid, take car of my baby."

He gave me a confused look. I reached in my back pocket of my sweats and throw him the keys to my Mustang. "Ash, have you lost your mind?"

Chuckling I reassure him I am not going to need it where I am heading. Besides, I treated myself to a brand new ride to accommodate my new life. With another hug plus Aiden picking me up and me threatening to beat him up and never talk to him if I was not put down this minute, I waved goodbye to him. Both of us getting into cars, Aiden headed to his dorm room and me to the airport with Jess, ready to begin that new life.

Despite Jess's request to make sure I securely boarded the plane, I made her drop me off at the curb. In the back of my mind I could see her make a scene crawling on her knees and begging me not to leave, sometimes she acts out in public just to get unsuspecting attention from strangers or maybe just to embarrass me. It's happened many times before. I really just wanted to keep it brief and not open any flood gates. Being on the brink as I already was of weeping, possible changing my mind of this whole new life, this life of not having Jess within driving distance, I knew I needed to get moving.

"Ash" Just the way she said my name, I knew she was close. Jess is not one to cry, well unless her one of her favorite teams lose but you didn't hear that from me. I happen to want to live. "This is not goodbye my friend. Uh…see you soon and find some ladies to introduce me to when I make my way out there."

I have to laugh, she is such a sentimentalist. "J, I will do what I can. I will uh.. miss you." With that we hugged, not speaking the words we feel for one another or saying goodbye. We have known each other long enough to know this is hard for both of us. I grab my travel backpack, throwing it on my shoulders, turn and start making my walk. Just as I make my way in the doors, I hear some crazy lunatic calling out my name. "Ash! Please baby, don't leave me, I need you. I'm ah pregnant. It's yours!!" So much for not causing a scene. I calmly walk through the people peering at my crazy friend and just keep on walking. Please have sane people in Cali, please.