Do you ever sense that your life is moving? I recently turned 27 and for the first time I can sense where I am in the natural progression of my life. It's a bit like seeing an enormous boat moving in the night and not fully understanding it's girth until it starts to pass an obstacle on the shore. I can sense what ten years feels like, and presumably only have 40 or 50 ten year periods left. It's a weird sensation. I look forward to living another 500+ years, but boy is it flying by! My parents left this morning to drive here (4200 miles) and help me drive back (4200 miles) with my things. From there I plan to hike for a bit (2200 miles) and then who knows: Sumo wrestling? Insurance salesman? Professional horse grooming? Let's be grateful for movement, eh?