The Night Before the Plunge
March 15th 2013 The car is sold. The house is sold. Remaining possessions are in storage. Goodbyes have been said. The final hometown meal has been eaten. Now I wait as the night passes until my morning flight to New York. Twelve hours from now I will step onto a plane and be homeless, rootless, and free. The song says, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.” I don’t agree with the hippy.
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