guts

A wonderful several days in the city.

Seeing New York be itself, so jammed with people and cars and buildings, walking around its guts, atop its internal organs, breathing the city air and eating city food, I saw that same theme again – there is so much to do in this world.

I’m not unhappy at all with how the first nineteen years of my working life have gone, I just feel more strongly every day that there’s literally ∞-1 other options out there. As long as the family life can tolerate a change, there really is a buffet to choose from.

And when we got back to the RV it felt like home. Sharaun got a big new rug the other day and I really like how much it’s changed the feel of the main (only, really) space. It’s warmer and it removes some of the generic feel, says “lived-in” and it’s nice.

Today we’re on the road again. Moving further upstate, into the Finger Lakes. We’ll stop for a grocery run along the way. I don’t even know where we’re sleeping, but we’ve gotten way better at starting because we want to move in a direction rather than get to a specific destination.

Peace.

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One Reply to “guts”

  1. I love this line!

    “we’ve gotten way better at starting because we want to move in a direction rather than get to a specific destination.”

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