I’ve been thinking that somewhere inside of me there’s this smothered albatross waiting for me to consciously realize it’s there so it can tell me, “It’s all okay, Ash. I’m going to take over. You’ve done your best to follow the path society has set out for you, but now, let me show you something new, something abstruse to be sure, but something worthwhile.” And I may fight the bird at first, struggle to convey my concerns of leaving so many things behind, so many dreams peremptorily unfulfilled, but I eventually would fail to argue with any fragment of logical stamina. The albatross is right, of course. And I give in.