Stories

When I was 18, I left the house to go to college. I took with me all I owned, a duffel bag full of clothes, a guitar, and my bed to set up in my first apartment. For the next few years I lived in the moment. Now I’m over 50, done working, and have spent the last year roaming the world. I’ve gone from having nothing to having everything, and then intentionally back to nothing again.

Questions on what it means to actually live somewhere.

Make no mistake, I would hang out in Rovinj any day, and for a quick weekend on the beach or week at a resort, it’s top notch. It’s a really cool town to wander through. The history is incredible, the food is more than okay, and there is no way to not have a good time.

America, in its form today, really isn’t that old and, thus, much easier to explain the sudden and rapid movement backwards. Technologically advanced, connected, “socially tolerant” and legally protected multi-cultural, multi-gender, multi-race America really has only come about in the last generation.

A stream of consciousness project of turning on the speech-to-text feature on my phone and having it record whatever I say as I take my morning walk – with very little editing and even less proper punctuation.

Because of a mix of Covid travel measures and early retirement plans that have been f****d, life as it relates to our living situation and plans for the future have become something we really don’t recognize.

The day arrived like any other day. Since we sold our home and car and moved downtown, we now woke at 6:30 with plenty of time to roll out of bed, brush my teeth, and still be online by 7am. But that day was different. That day was my last day. Even though I knew...

Warning: Totally irreverent #coronapocalypse perspective in 3, 2, 1... I think it’s noteworthy that there is a swelling of questioning, lecturing, and anger being directed generally at young people in America by the Boomer generation (and others, to be fair)...