It’s weird, 3 months ago, to think that I was heading out on a work tour through the end of May. Animal rights activism. Living in a van.
Seems so far away now.
It’s been 20 days – 3 weeks – since I quit that job. I haven’t looked back once. No regrets about quitting. It has been an unexpectedly warm, interesting, welcoming life I have stumbled into since leaving the tour.
Sometimes I wonder, “What is happening to Grace (my tour partner)?” I know she is back on the road, but I have no idea who she is touring with. I wish her well and hope that the tour has significantly improved since my form of protest in quitting.
Since leaving, all I do is look forward…