Everyone needs a fresh start every once in a while.
This is what's so powerful about getting to the end of the long journey in Murakami's Kafka on the Shore and suddenly seeing the second-person message so strong in the last sentences:
"You finally fall asleep. And when you wake up, it's true. You are part of a brand new world."
It's also what makes our hearts quicken when we read in Rev. that God will "give each of [us] a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it."
We all need this new world. And we all need a new name, one that represents the new person that we are, and not the person we were yesterday, or the day before, or the day before. And sometimes I think we need to cherish and keep that person secret, while we figure out exactly who he is.
So here's to the new world that started this morning. To all the cities I'll see today. And to all the ones I've walked through, as a stranger or native, to get here.