The Happy Hobo.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


I realized something the past few days. No matter how I, eventually, hated the previous grind, it's still where I sorta belong. I mean, just the thought of it meeting fellow wanderlusts to brainstorming everything that has to do with the world of paper and travel, everything comes out naturally. For the oddest reason, no matter how traumatic the past was, it's still there where I'm the happiest. A certain kind of stoke which I can probably do until I grow old.

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