Sometimes I wish I lived like a gypsy...

That's a lyric in one of my favorite songs right now, it also says "sometimes I wish I lived in an Airstream." Last week I moved into my own version of an Airstream--my very own RV--simply because I just don't want to be tied down right now. I can literally pack up and move in about five minutes, do you know how liberating that is?



This life suits me.

Today was such a pretty day, I just couldn't spend it inside, so I went for a run to inspect my new surroundings. Found a really stinky tree, that was also quite beautiful. About 30 minutes into my journey I had taken a couple too many turns wasn't quite sure how to get home but, I kept going.



I love it when the micro moments in life imitate the macro. As I flail around after graduating with a master's degree and still bartending to pay my bills, I have to trust I'm headed in the right direction. Maybe my destination is just around the corner.

If the road I was on today during my run was life, than the beautiful tree must have been a person. (Just go with it.) Sometimes the beautiful ones are really stinky on the inside.

Transitions

Wow, it's been over a year since I've posted anything on this blog. I've thought about starting over with a new blog, but frankly, I love the name of this one so much I just can't...so stay tuned for some re-vamping...or at least more posting until I figure out what I want the blog to look like!