I don't want to be a brick in a wall. All bricks look the same and they are cemented into place, kept in rigid order. And walls divide. And life is like banging your head...

This is my moment

I didn't get the job. It's for the best, despite not being superstitious. For the very first time I feel as if we are going to travel in a motorhome. Deb and I had a great conversation and it all seems very ordinary now. We have our moments when it is ridiculous or irresponsible, but now I find that we keep coming to the same conclusion. Sell, sell, sell.

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