It’s never been my first choice, but this Memorial weekend I took risks (cliff dived), hugged a few (25 to be exact) good people, and sang “Stacy’s Mom” under the stars in Ludlow, Vermont. Not exactly the first place I choose to spend a weekend in, but I am glad I did. My weekend contained bags and bags of processed food dipped in Tapia (my only source of flavor), communal drinking, and Kan Jam. It was a much needed mini trip, due to the fatigue I have had recently because to work. I question my career choice sometimes, unfortunately, I have moments where I want to drop everything and live the once free spirited and wanderlust life I lived.