Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about a past post I wrote. I’ve been reminded of this certain blog as I’m moving to nowhere soon…again. Very soon. And very again. (This must stop happening. Soon.) I’m waiting to see if by miracle I am chosen as one of the top 10 finalists for My Biggest Baddest Bucket List. I have a splendid amount of days off to look forward to next week, but unconfirmed about where I want to be. Because I’m waiting. And hoping. I don’t know what actual state I will be living in for May…or June…or July and August. Uncertainty is one of my least favorite destinations, but surprise is one of the most thrilling detours for me.
I thought 27 was supposed to chill out. It hasn’t.