Tags: Frank-Sinatra, friends, knoxville, moving, nostalgia, starting-over
One day I woke up and said, “I don’t want to work here anymore. Why don’t I just move.” So I finally did it. I relocated. Let me tell ya, I am quite a bit happier. Not that I don’t love my friends and family that I have left behind, but I needed change.
Of all the things with this move I wish I could change, I think the one I could do without is all of the driving. Then again, I could just be saying that because I just heard the Frank Sinatra redition of “Fly Away.” If only I could simply go to Peru or to have a drink in an exotic local just for kicks. For that matter, wouldn’t it just be nice to take a sabbatical just to make whoopie?
I don’t think that I am the only person who is guilty of not taking enough time for themselves.
Oh well, with this relocation I have become not only a photographer, but I am also the ice cream delivery guy. Just remember if you let me cool ya one time you’ll be my regular stop.