Is there a more fatalistic - or honest - goodbye? As a compulsive traveler I have heard it many, many times. Let's not kid around. We will never see one another again. Have a nice life.
I managed to donate all of my stuff except for two rugs, a small rolling shelf, a bunch of glasses I got for free with bottles of liquor and a frying pan. Writing up my "zu verschenken" sign on a bit of cardboard made me feel like free, like a hobo. Perhaps I should start hitch-hiking. I am now drinking my last bottle of Rotkäppchen in my bare, happy house. I was happy here.
Apparently I am now a lightweight. At least, compared to a bit over a year ago when I was downing two bottles and going to work the next day. Good times, good times. I hope I wake up for 9am tomorrow when someone comes to pick up the last blankets for her kids, and 11am when I have to hand over the keys.
Excuse me while I don't care for a moment, though.
We're all quite sane.
Siouxsie and the Banshees - Happy House
- "have a nice life"
amw- March 27th, 2017
nostalgic
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rayefrenzy have you not done the hitch hiking thing? its my favorite way to be a vagabond.
amw Nope, never done it! A friend of mine traveled a few legs on her Big Europe Trip that way and said it was great. I might consider it once I dump my other bag of stuff at dad's place. I am such a bourgeois libertarian travel bum that I loathe the idea of being beholden to someone else's schedule, but perhaps it would do me good to give up a bit of control sometimes.
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