I tried doing the “Real World” thing. I graduated college. I got a job, a house, and a commute. I taught third grade. My family was proud and I was busy. Very busy.
It was a life I thought was supposed to make me happy. But, I didn’t love my job. I didn’t love the way I lived. I was living someone else’s life. So I quit my job and I dropped out of the “Real World”.
As a kid, I often looked up to the stars. What the hell does any of this mean? What should I do? How should I live my life? I am still trying to figure these things out.
I ask other questions, too. What should I eat for breakfast? What am I having to drink tonight? How am I going to make money to travel to Nicaragua this summer? Are cold toilet seats the bane of existence? What is the best coffee around?
I have figured out that I really, really like to wander. So I wander. Sometimes I write about it. Sometimes this is where I publish my thoughts, my stories. Feel free to tag along.