Four months ago, I quit my job. A week later, I vacated a sweet apartment in a big city, and drove 400 miles to live with Ma and Step Pa.
Late last month, I bought a plane ticket and flew to Colorado to attend a wedding. Instead of taking the return flight back to resume living with Ma and Step Pa, I got in a rental car, and drove to California.
I'm near San Francisco, taking things day-by-day, as I try to figure out what to do next. I hope to post whatever happens, and it's worthwhile.
