I feel as though I'm embarking on a subculture to which I'm not sure I belong; the world of recreational vehicle owners. For instance, I never quite understood lavish pools located directly adjacent to a pristine, powdery beach. It wreaks of excess and seems to be an insult to mother nature herself. Yet here I sit about 100 yards from the ocean working on my laptop poolside, accompanied by a gym, clubhouse, rec-room, and class A motor homes that cost about the same amount as a New Orleans home and that I'm certain come complete with a helicopter landing pad atop-- looking as though Beverly Hills and Optomus Prime had a love child to house the decadently retired. I can see in their eyes that they smell the stench of the RV-armature on me. Fake it 'til ya make it! ...right?...
On the other hand, this lifestyle is quite ideal in so many ways. I have an entire mini house and traveling studio strategically oriented in the loft (my first loft studio!) on my back. Also, there is never a dull moment. The scenery changes daily along with the neighbors (if there are any neighbors at all). There is always something breaking and there is always something being improved.
I won't question my inclusion one way or the other. Instead I plan to just embrace what feels a lot like happy, appreciate what this adventure affords me, love my company and be thankful for the awesome woes before me and to come.
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| The adventure begins! |
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| My lake-side studio for the evening |
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| My brother's and my set up at The Blade Show; The largest knife exhibition in the world |
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| My dear brother and phenomenal bladesmith, Mareko Maumasi of Maumasi Fire Arts |
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| Apolachacola, FL the oyster capital |
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| Castillo de San Marcos, Saint Augustin, FL |
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| Craft local brews with the bros in Orlando |
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| My wonderful niece, Nai'lani |
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| Saint Augustin gate |
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| Castillo de San Marcos |
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| Some southern breakfast in Charleston, SC |
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| The Osprey in Florida |
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