A quick recap:

A year ago, I set out on a journey to travel across the country with everything packed up into my turtle shell Chevrolet. I anticipated downsizing to traveling by bicycle since my vehicle had potential for a fatal breakdown; after more than 10,000 miles, however, my Impala triumphed the journey and I ended up continuing onto the next chapter of my life in Cirque Italia.  I have now taken a break from the circus to commence a new journey, this time on only two wheels with a part...

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    While I was enjoying my last couple days with E before leaving him and the circus to finish my journey around the United States, I spent some time soaking up the natural beauty of southwest-central Arkansas. I discovered DeGrey Lake State Park and pitched up the tent—my own, not the circus tents this time. One afternoon I noticed there were mountain biking trails, so of course I jumped at the opportunity to get back on my beloved bicycle. In hindsight I probably should have paid more at...

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    Since June, every week is a new adventure for me. When I was attending college, there was a weekly routine; when I was working any job, despite the newish experiences in the environment, it was still close to a routine. This summer has been the opposite. Situations present themselves in such various shapes and sizes, even if they do resemble a past experience—it’s in a completely new environment, with unique characters. This week, I’ve been bashed with the choice between fear an...

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There’s a certain spike of interest (also known as dopamine) in novel experiences. If you love your new job, but never gain new responsibilities and instead practice the same motions day in and day out, you’re most likely going to get sick of that job you thought was the best thing since sliced bread.
(On an unrelated note… why is sliced bread so great?? I actually love having a loaf of bread and just breaking off chunks or slicing it myself. *Shrug*)

This can be compared to the case...

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    There’s something special about having a person in your life that has been there from a very young age. I only have family that fall into that category; most of my friends have drifted apart over the years, as I’m not the best with keeping in touch after I or they move away. Life happens, and I understand that; I’m not bitter about the friends and lovers that have moved on and cut ties.

    There’s only one exception to my inability to hang onto friends from my childhood: a friend ...
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