SPEED HERO Blog — FIY13QVABTB
Theraputic Exercise, as much of the story as I can type.
Brain kegels. This is just me typing. I may never post this, but even if I am brave enough to post it up, it doesn't justify that it's a good read. It all began, one mid summer fall winter spring morning afternoon evening when I completely forget why I needed to leave. There's no memorable reason why I needed to leave, but suddenly I felt this massive desire to leave my life. This is an important missing step, if you are continuing into the depth of this journal entry,...
A few Canadian days remain
Soon I'm about to drop the C for an A. 3 days till I hop a flight down under, to the land of cyclones, floods and everything that moves being poisonous. None of that scares me, what scares me most though? I've sold off everything I own, managing to involve nearly everyone I know in the process. It's so important that this trip supplies them with what they hope for from it. I'm most afraid of disappointment. I have to keep reminding myself this is for shear enjoyment. To those who keep asking? I know it's impossible. I know my goal is...
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FIY13SHVABTB: Yes, it happened.
What did you do with your 3 years in Victoria Quinn? Three years ago I acquired a wagon, pre-sold on my behalf by friends of the province I was leaving for my arrival in a new side of the country. This $50 wagon began it's life on epic terms, with a certain doom of epic-ness. Over the next three years the car would evolve using literally scrap junk people rejected as unusable condition goods. No matter the situation the car stood in the way of it's own progress, a struggle and fight to assemble and make function. It's very first outing on...
Days Soon to be Well Wasted
It's been quiet for a bit now with little to post. Waiting, lots of waiting, sorting out little small, fiddly bits of stuff. Paper work, waiting, more paperwork, waiting. Although much of it's not essential to the trip, the more I sort out before hand the better. I've become exceedingly nervous about the whole ordeal. Insane waves of emotion, one moment I'm capped with rage and anger towards myself for starting such an un-achievable project, and the next I'm compelled with impatience for it to begin. I do want it to start soon, and each day I grow closer to...