So, it’s true. I’m like my dad. I have a really insatiable feeling of wanderlust, a weird and sometimes inappropriate sense of humor, a belief that most anything is possible, have no idea how to get to those things most of the time and maintain a solid mix of skepticism mixed with unreasonable optimism. I will keep trying all the things to see where I land and in this latest chapter of my life, am determined to find the pleasure I have missed so much during my dark decade. And like him, I’m prone to long, deep bouts of depression.
