It Doesn't Last Forever
Time. Where does it go? Sometimes I reflect back to when I quit my job to tour around the country to "find myself." That was four years ago! Sometimes it feels like just yesterday I headed out with "Trailie" and other days it feels like that trip was a long time ago. Regardless, it doesn't last forever. I adopted Max almost three years ago. I found him at a farmer's market and adopted him through a rescue organization. He's my best friend for life and I can't imagine being on the road without him. Today, Women's Adventure Magazine reposted an article I wrote on the past three years and it got me thinking about the beginning and how I felt at the time. The first year really was a blur and the past two years in a tent is what I remember most. I adopted Max and about a month later, we hit the road together. I was looking back at the photos from my point and shoot camera from that year and found a photo of Max on the first d...