The past is a water under the bridge and the future is a distant sun on the horizon of our imagination. I got that one from the certain smartass book I recently read. Such a nostalgic realization. But we all need to accept that before we move forward, or northwest, in my case.
This wasn’t planned. After the summer of 2014 I was determined that it was enough. After spending three (the most extraordinary) summer work experiences in hot Wildwood, New Jersey, I decided that it was time to move on. So what happened?