In Closing...

This adventure has come to an end; it's over.

I have a job (and a second soon), I have a place, and I have a pretty sweet social life...

Sadly, I can take little happiness from this journey as, in as little as a year, I'll barely be able to remember a single detail...and no one was there to see. I'm noticing this more and more often in my life. Is there a limit to the adventures the mind can store?

:/