To leave what you love and to move on to something new is a brave thing. Only the strongest adventurers can make this
leap across the casm of what is familiar into what is not. I am this adventurer. I have been a part of, come to know and to
even love a place, but now must move on... on to a strange building that does not know my name... on to people to whom I am
but a stranger... but what is life without adventure? And how can you have adventure if you never step out of your back yard
into the wild beyond... into dangers and excitements that are unknown to those who merley stay where they have a garden path
instead of making their own through the tall trees. I shall never forget my garden path, but neither shall I forget the challenge
of forging a new way.