We forfeited the rat-race, sold our home, and headed to California's wine country. My wife would assist Moshin vineyards during the fall harvest, and I would see the rest of our belonging reached Austin, TX. 2013 required multiple 1,000+ miles drives, arguably a key ingredient to an American existence. Long gone are the days of broken wagon wheels and dying of dysentery. A little know-how, a decent tent, plenty of water, and one can travel indefinitely.
I lost the keys shortly after moving our abode to Austin, TX. On the ring were keys to our firesafe and storage unit, containing everything we owned minus my bike and camping equipment. Locked myself out of my life, and not realizing it until hours after driving around Austin. They could be anywhere. I return to the first place I had been in the morning and scour the area, every ledge, telephone post, etc, hoping someone found them and kindly placed them in plain site. No dice. Hand to forehead, analyzing how hard of a punch this may be to roll with, I see them snagged in my roof rack mount, inches from my face. I decide my fortune is due to being a good person and carry on, knowing damn well I was lucky.