I live in a terrific place. The lifestyle suits me.
I have my "true" needs met. I make decent
bread, but by no means live extravagant.

The root of all evil is "The Love" of Money
NOT "money" itself per say. I wouldn't mind a lot
of it (so I could give it way...OH WHAT FUN!)

or..

a little bit more.......but what for?

I don't think I'm alone here (at least for those of
us who don't have kids).

It seems like picking between creature comforts
(which are great) and the degree of adventure
which one wants.

Is it a new mattress and comforter

or

backpack and napsack?

It's such a dilema when I feel it's something that
I should have decided a long time ago?

I'm not the only one stuck in the middle, am I?

just go get yourself a naked mole rat, it will make all the difference. oh ya and some designer boots.

perhaps "Naked Mole Rat" wants some adventure too and I should take him along after I get some "good hiking boots"?

Ummmm..........

I can't comment.

I'm living it.

Oh to just travel freely...
That would be great!

i dunno, i spent most of my life traveling and working and well, there are pro's and con's to both...

relationship wise was never a concern at all to me, though now i'm staying put for a few years, and suddenly it matters...

odd huh?

cue music ...

stuck right in the middle with you

Existance is perfect.....

I'm living my existance.

My choices, my mattress, my backpack.