I just wrote 3 separate blog posts and deleted them all.
The bottom line is that I just need to sell/donate/trash most of our belongings, buy a camper and just jet out of here.
Seriously, though...do you ever wonder if you're doing this whole life thing right? Like you're constantly making an effort not to fall into a trap of the "must acquire *things*" then you look around and see *things*? You wonder "*things* where the fuck did you come from? Are you why I'm broke?"
And then you look down at your morbidly-fat-again body and realize that most of your money probably went to food that is terrible for you.
I really thought I'd have more figured out by 30, y'know?
I was only half joking about the camper. Fucking tiny house blogs and your amazing looking adventures.
