The countdown begins. Not that the last two years of planning, reading, dreaming and anticipating haven’t served as a slow burning fuse leading up to d-day. But today I’m homeless. Someone strange has moved into my house. Now this feels real. I stood staring at the few bags and boxes sitting on my driveway. Filled […]
The Countdown Begins
/0 Comments/in North America, Travelogue, USA /by allanThe countdown begins. Not that the last two years of planning, reading, dreaming and anticipating haven’t served as a slow burning fuse leading up to d-day. But today I’m homeless. Someone strange has moved into my house. Now this feels real. I stood staring at the few bags and boxes sitting on my driveway. Filled […]