I left home alone at 19 for a week's vacation in CA and never returned. (A strange bit of Gilligan's Island there) Ended up working with drug addicts in LA; then flew alone to England and lived there for 4 years, then flew on to San Francisco, where I met my wife, then left the employ of a church that went crashing into a wall losing its way; then moved back to LA where I went through 20 jobs before finding one stable enough to feed a family. I always thought my life boring because I was living it and kept looking beyond it to something more "exciting." 50 years on do I still think that way? Yes and no. Depends on what day it is, if I enjoyed breakfast, how many miles I have to drive for work and if anyone read my stories today. I seemed to have built my life on the edge of a cliff, supported by hope and laughter and love. Great view - but when the wind gets to blowing late at night, my outlook changes a bit, but thankfully not too much.

Great read Thomas. 😉