UNSTUCK: OFFICIALLY HOMELESS
Reflection, Rumination & Rhetoric From the Road (Almost)
An admission: I’ve moved 33 times in my life. From homes in London, the Jersey Shore, New York City, Washington, D.C., Monaco and Montecito—often back and forth between these locales.
It is said, the more you do something, the better you get at it.
Certainly, there is at least one advantage to moving: After packing up, you know where everything is. That’s because you find stuff you thought was either long lost or didn’t know you still owned.
But there’s already a lotta stuff. Too much stuff. Which in my case is now packed up and stored away, leaving only the essentials needed (some wanted) for a lengthy road trip with no set destination.
But before launching eastward: A fine park bench to comfort the soul and soothe aching muscles…
Sounds exactly like me!