It seems the thing FB is best at is reminding me of things that happened in the past. Today is five years since I got round to clearing out the storage space I'd hired a couple of years earlier while I went on the road. The phrase 'digital nomad' was already coined but I didn't like it much. I preferred 'digital hobo' meaning someone who moves around to where the work is, where they can be useful and used the tag #llobo as a contraction of my name and 'hobo'. I also liked the distinction between the "village road" and the "forest road" - implying that we all need to get out of the village now and then and walk a wild way.
The tale of 2011-2012 needs to be told in full someday - you need to bring something back for the village (I kinda did, but I kinda didn't), but I'm a bit surprised to see that it took a full year to close down the storage stuff and move properly in. Even then, my comment on FB to someone asking where all the stuff had gone, was: "a lot of it is now in our living room, being glared at by Laura" And now, there's still some sitting in her mother's garage. There's a project to do in unpacking, discarding, processing and treasuring what's left.
Anyway short story is, I went on the road for a few months, it turned into a year and it took me at least a year to get settled back again and even then I'm not the same as I was (in ways that are obscure and not well-defined).
And this week, my friend 
