I’m currently sitting outside at my friend’s ranch in Skull Valley, Arizona. I stopped in for a quick visit on Monday, and got stuck. RB Paradise Ranch is a difficult place to leave. Open arms, horsies, rock clambering, good food, Argos romping… easy to get stuck here. You see, Richard is the kind of guy who has a big heart and loves company. He is chosen family to a lot of us oddballs and I’ve been to the ranch many…
Carbondale, Illinois is as close to having a ‘home’ as I’ve experienced thus far. This is the town where I made my first snow-person, learned how to drive, cut class, and found my love for romping outdoors. Home is the place where I have the deepest memories, history, and connection. I have friends here dating back to pre-school, and my mom lives here with my step-dad and a young Australian Shepherd. Would this still be home if my mom weren’t…
My bed sold on Wednesday, the dresser left yesterday, and today my friend walked out with the tv and armfuls of kitchen supplies and foods that I won’t be able to use in the camper. We talk about ideas of ‘things’ owning us, about how experiences are what matter, but until you are sitting in a small cottage after two years of being embedded looking at blank walls and empty floors, you really don’t understand what that means. Moving is…
One of the problems with having no particular direction, is trying to decide where to go. For some ridiculous reason I decided to start this adventure right before winter holidays. I like to think that being alone on holidays doesn’t bother me. I’m pretty much agnostic. For the past few years, I’ve volunteered to work on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years because I’m the only one on my team without family here. With only me and a room full of…