notes from the road

My spastic tendencies seem to be inescapable. Although perhaps this time they were exacerbated by my overwhelming homesickness. Listening to Bob Marley’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” for the month of February every morning before I got out of bed seems to have had no long term impact on my general approach to life.

After much stress, thought, and a good measure of freaking out, I finally made a decision. I’m hitting the open road (making sure to yield for sheep of course. and hobbits. HA. I blame my cheesy sense of humor on my mom btw).

And all my worry was for not; the pub said I can work there after I’m done traveling if they happen to need someone at that time.

Man, I need to be more laid back and just roll with things. Yo. Homie.

And to that affect (being more laidback, not rolling like a gangster), I’m not going to spaz about work or money anymore. You run out of money, you work. And that’s what I’ll do. Simple.

Word.