What hath I wrought?
I am now officially without a home. I have no address by which the postal service can locate me. No friends shall be knocking at my door. For all practical purposes I can no longer be found.
But this is of my own choosing and not without (p)residence. I've launched myself into the void before. However, this time there is no storage locker of stuff, no place I will eventually reoccupy. Not exactly sofa-surfing, more the "do you have a spare bedroom?"
Right now, old familiar haunts in Northern California. By the end of the month I will be back in the SF Bay Area for some time before hitting the road for parts East, then further East before turning South to Florida.
Then . . .