|View from living room.|
Mama is just sitting out there in the parking lot, begging me to hop in and go find some adventure. I'm an addict. Although this place is everything I want, the unknown is more appealing. Lack of funds are the only reason I can think of to stay. And I want to become proficient at telemark skiing before departure. Other than that...next, please.
I do not yet know, what I'll do. Stay or go? Either will be fun. Like most instances, I probably won't have to take any decisive action. Something will give. Until then, I'll be here...chillin'.
|...and cleaning toilets.|