so I once had the goal of paring my life down to a single truck-load. . .
I packed up my life into a single compact carload. . .and moved my happy ass across the country.
How did I do it, you might ask. . .I gave everything away. . .
Got in contact with every single person who ever knew me and even invited some people I just happened to run into at the grocery store, and I gave my stuff away!
it was liberating
and here I am, ready to move back across the country again. .. and I’m glad to have so little shit to situate and organize. . .
i’m trying to figure out my life. . .
i moved across the continent to start over. . .and the east coast. .. let’s just say I don’t belong here.
I belong in the desert. . .but am I gonna be able to keep moving forward after I move back?
“Where do I go? Follow the river!”
May not be back for a while, but old patterns die hard. . .you catch me?