Sunday, June 6, 2010

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One’s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things
~henry miller~

Sometimes this overwhelming sense of wanderlust comes over me slowly, like sinking into a warm tub of water.  I imagine living somewhere else - usually the Pacific Northwest-mountains, sea, rawness, ancient trees-
I've been in Baltimore three years.  Longer than I ever planned.  The was all kind of fantastic adventures in shiny new worlds to be had.  RSB agreed that first we should move to the coast - then life got in the way and we settled into a comfortableness here.  And now we are moving - still in the county but closer to the city.  The world fell apart.  We didn't see it coming.  So we will be settling in a little longer, in a stellar filled with potential new pad.
So I am stoked for this adventure - even if it is only taking place 15 minutes away down York Rd.
And with the money we are saving in rent/electric/commute we will *hopefully* be able to plan a stellar NYE adventure - hopefully on the opposite coast in the Sierras.
RSB has got to get over this flying thing.  Or maybe just the smoking thing.  One of them, preferably both.
Hes cramping my gypsy soul style.

xxx

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