"Squange" is a new word to the world, introduced to us by an inspired lad who will surely bring more enlightenment to us for years to come.

"Squange" pretty much means "anything pre-packaged and ready-to-consume."
- Pop-tarts are "squange" pastries.
- Frozen pizza is "squange" dinner.
- Pre-washed, bagged salad is "squange" salad.
- A snazzy apartment RIGHT next to one of your most creative friends in Berkeley that has not yet been shown to the world, but which has countless brand-new features, an outdoor deck, and south-facing windows (many) - that's "squange" serendipity, and it's yours for a very reasonable, if slightly bay-area-priced rate---right now.
- A rentable room that has just been put on the market turns up right next door to one of your most inspired friends in San Franrancisco for half the price of the snazzy apartment - hey, that's a "squange" housing opportunity too...
- People that you meet, say, for a hike at sunset ask: "so, when are you moving to the Bay Area so we can be friends?" - those are "squange" friends and they are highly adored.

What needs to be decided is:
- Why do these opportunities present themselves at this time? (mystery)
- Does one wish to relocate to the Bay Area? (sure, why not?)
- How could one afford it? When one's job, which one likes a lot, is in Seattle? (one cannot-one simply cannot)

So then why does it feel like it needs to be explored, this crazy idea that keeps rearing its head of moving for...for...for fun? For community? For...adventure? For - for why?

Perhaps a run in the sun will help to clear the cobwebs.

Ideas?