Living on a ship has made me realize how little one actually needs to live on, and I am hoping that this realization can balance out my extreme packrattedness. Maybe I can whittle down my collection of "things" once I get up there.
I am already looking forward to coming back to Nashville this time next year - I have a wonderful job here, I may even be able to get my old apartment back, and I'm starting to get ready to settle down for a bit.
In the meantime, I'm still ramblin!
Look out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, she's gone,
screamin' straight through Texas
like a mad dog cyclone.
. . .Lord, she never even stopped.
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