Epic song from “The Art of Flight”. 4 days until I make my move down south. 2 duffels and a backpack lay in my room as I pragmatically decide what is worth taking. It’s liberating to sort through my stuff and remove myself from the typical American ideal of “gotta have these things”. Hopefully when I get there I won’t regret leaving that jar of peanut butter at home. 

And if you haven’t seen “The Art of Flight”, buy it, watch it, and then go outside