“Your taking your life into your own hands,” one Cardiologist firmly stated, while reprimanding me, at one octave below yelling. My thought at the time, Better Mine Than Yours. And twenty-two years later, I continue to take my life into my own hands.
In seven weeks, I begin a new journey, closing the doors on sticks and bricks and moving to rubber meets road. I have begun the process of minimalizing my possessions, separating the keeps from the giveaways, or sales, and I have shredding enough paper to repopulate a small forest.
I don’t know what the road may hold, but what I expect is a new definition, of peace, security, and home. As they say in nomadic life, I will not be “Homeless, merely Houseless” and houseless, I can stand.
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