Live vicariously… yourself. through It was a warm, austral summer night in the South Pacific. Under cool hues of a waning moon, light surf rolled in from the east, churning the white sand beach and dispersing calming timbres through my camp. Aside from a few dingos darting through the shadows, I was alone. I’d come to Frasier Island, Australia, as part of a one-month hiatus from the daily grind. Say, an effort to sort out my life.
After college, tired of being poor, I’d taken a job as a UPS driver. From day one it didn’t feel right for me. I was working outside, a good thing, but I dreamed of doing more, to travel, maybe drive around the world. But time had slipped by, 13 years worth—a close evaluation…
