Time of Transition

I’m sitting here at the Austin airport getting ready to fly to San Diego. I have a few hours to kill, so I wanted to reflect on this transition point in my life.

For those that might not know, as of today I’m officially a nomad without a permanent residence. Over the past two months I’ve sold almost everything I own, and now have just one carry-on bag and a backpack to live out of for the foreseeable future.