The nature of my lifestyle breeds very little downtime to reflect on my experiences. Sometimes it feels like life moves a mile a minute, and if we don’t force ourselves to breath for a minute, we might just wake up 10 years later.
I often tell people that my life flows like a book. A series of chapters – short stories, really – roughly bound together to create the larger volume of my life. Each week I find myself in a new place, for a new reason, sitting in a new situation. The characters and settings change while I remain. As such, my stories with Phoenix were coming to a close. I am not sad. I will remember each night with fondness as I eagerly pursue new adventures by new means. And so, it was time to meet Rocky.
Home is where you park it. No truer statement could be said for a nomad – something I am proud to call myself. I can not deny, however, that it wasn’t the easiest leap of faith to make, and it is a decision that many eager spirits long to make.