This month marks a year I would consider myself traveling. Woke up this morning thinking about the last time I saw my grandfather, whom I’ve only recently met.
How different my life is now, and how different it was then.
SO much running through my head, but nothing comes through the finger-keys portals.
Dubious is slowly becoming an outside dog. I don’t think he minds it, either. Smelling goats for the first time (with me) sparked a massive pile of instinctual-timber. He’s got responsibilities now. He’s got… kids.
“Only the rich can afford to buy cheap things”. I love it.
