Moving Day

Adventure is dead. I think I have known this for awhile, but as I approach thirty years of age it is hitting me harder than ever.

This most recent realization of this truth came while scouring for places to live in the town to which my wife and I will be moving. We struck off, young and hopeful, but soon found reality waiting for us in the form of chipped paint, high rents, and spiders in bathtubs. Stress ensued because no one, these days, seems to welcome outdoor living as they did in bygone...