My travels lasted in excess of eight months. I got so used to hurriedly re-packing and moving onwards, I began to see most of my possessions as needless weight, obstacles to closing my suitcase.
I have been home in Los Angeles for a little over two days, and almost as an afterthought did I go to my storage locker. I looked around at everything I owned, and marveled that I would ever need so much. DVD’s, books, all available in digital form today, more clothes than I could ever remember, and kitchenware I have never used.
Of all the things that I owned not named “car,” the only item I remember hoping I’d be able to find during those eight months was the costume The Feared Pirate Richie wears while bestowing treasures he pillaged and plundered from exotic lands upon his Goddaughter.