I remember standing on the lower deck of a double decker bus,
that was kitted out for sleeping and cooking and drunken adventurers, in Salt
Lake City, thinking to myself, I love being on the road.
I just read a job advert to be a gardener at Uluru (Ayres Rock) and
I thought I could do that.
I believe some people have the road in the blood. Maybe it’s
from being an army brat. Maybe I like the idea of adventure and escape from the
mundane. Maybe that's why I change jobs so much. I do know when I grow up and get over this responsible stuff I’m
hitting the road again…
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