Packed up precious little trinkets and talismans, but the bad memories from what turned out to be the most bizarrely apathetic Appalachian region in central Pennsylvania are staying behind. It was a 10 year adventure I set out upon on Valentines day 2010 to shed myself of the crime and grime of eastern US megalopolis urban life, but rapidly deteriorated into a never ending struggle against small town greed and corruption that now saps my energy just to survive.
I’ve been with loving family all weekend, helping me to chart new points unknown. All of my SG memories are always with me, and have always been that welcoming candle in the window wherever I roam. Love y’all. You got to move