I live a strange life. I really do. Monday was zero degrees and frost-bitten cheeks; Denver at its coldest and least appealing. Yesterday, I ended my day with a run along Newport Beach, with the ocean and outline of Catalina Island the backdrop for my evening workout. The juxtaposition of these two scenarios only highlights how crazy my life has become. One day I'm scraping ice from my windshield, and the next I'm playing in the sand. The most ludicrous part about it is that this has become my norm. I've become a professional gypsy, a drifter. Who knows where I'll be from one day to the next? I bounce around so often that I'm beginning to forget where I actually call home. Denver, Las Vegas, Australia, Newport Beach... My life has become so vast, it's mind-boggling. I never would have guessed this is what my life would become, a veritable merry-go-round of residences. But I'm young and energetic, so I'm going to enjoy this ride while I can. Now, if I could just remember my current address...
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