Thank you, Scott Bakula.
Quantum Leap's intro included this echoing statement:
"And so Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home."
And that is what is front of mind for me as I sit in my bed, glancing at the wall to my right which now sits empty, the bookshelf removed, the photos and Jerry Garcia bobble head packed safely away. All that is left are a few things that won't go into storage: an acrobatic english setter figurine, my weekly money jar, the love box, and a re-used jelly jar filled with dried acrylic bullet holes. These are all real things. For the last 3 years, almost to the day, I've been looking instead at a bookshelf. I stared at titles like Spanish Now! and Learn to Knit! and every single book by Christopher Moore. But now the shelf is tucked back in the corner of Cransky's shed, in hibernation, curled up with bins of vintage dresses, shiny spandex and other super fun things.