The Undiscovered Country
In a week, the nest will be empty. My little rug rat is 18 and off to new adventures. It's just me and my killer attack dogs, Manson and Rabies.
I guess it's time to redefine myself again.
Going forward, am I a lawyer with hobbies, or a media creator with a day job?
Do I call myself a single Dad, or a single man?
Am I alone or fiercely independent?
Here’s a tough one: Arizona. I like the monthly car show and auction week in Scottsdale. I hate living in a Martian hellscape, kept alive by abusing the Colorado River. The job and the kids have anchored me here since 1998.
Now, I have regained my vote. Do I drop the kid and turn around, or just keep on driving towards an unknown future.