I wish I hadn't told anyone that I sold my camp trailer today. I feel slightly nauseated. I guess I want some sort of recognition or, at the very least, a slight understanding of how hard it was to reduce a dream full of pine trees, highways, and rivers to dollar signs. I dreamed of the freedom of now, of moving through different landscapes, of shaking off Idaho, of watching others walk through colorful lives, of meeting nomads on the road, sitting on a beach again unaware of time.Then, I had to reel it all in like gathering blown away threads and draw it close to wrap it up and drop it on Craigslist like crumpled up paper.
But, who did I think would see this? I live my life alone.
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