living life in pencil

Well I've done it. We've done it. My childhood dream; living free. travel writing. Carried along like leaves in the wind.

What did it eh? that first spark? Reading the Boxcar Children in second grade? Oh god how I wanted to live out there with those kids-hiking through the woods to get to our little home. Thinking how witty it was to keep the milk cold in the stream that ran next to the rail-car. Or maybe it was listening to the Two of Us by the Beatles? Instilling perfect ideals of living on the road. Free and easy. and no agenda. Whatever it was started young. Fusing with my soul. It's taken 23years, but now I'm doing it. I'm free.