humble home in Calgary
But that's okay. There was a time, in my mid-twenties, when I was living a life that would have led to mortgages and whatnot. But then I started to encounter a body of literature that inspired a different sort of life. Passages like "You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world" nudged me off the track.
So I moved to Australia. And then BC and Nova Scotia and then Japan. I married well, and I study. I work hard. But I am not my job.