all of it and everything
I did it all again. This time at a different pace and for something that was different. This time more strangers and more of nothing. This time more friends and more of something. This time was for the next time. It shall always serve its purpose as a great reminder to myself that shit is real, and it’s out there. I don’t think I will ever be able to tell you that the best lobsters are from Maine, because at least for now I will only ever eat a lobster from Maine. Driving there will be part of what makes it worth it.