It was clearly an auspicious day. Nine. Four. Thirteen. The first two numbers adding up to equal thirteen, and the third number, the year, being thirteen itself. Thirteen and thirteen. Two lucky or unlucky numbers, depending on your point of view. I chose to see it as fortuitous.
The date was also the third in a series of signs pointing towards the deed I’d been avoiding for months: ending my blog.
The first two signs were clear:
1. It had been exactly a year since I’d left the U.S. for my bike trip through Asia.
2. The Labor Day holiday had just passed, celebrating freedom from work.
Based upon the confluence of these magical dates I began to write this final blog post.