Exit to utopia
Could a reformed wanderer return to the road as a sober woman?
I got sober five years ago in fiery Tucson. I am writing now because it may be time for me to consider flying from my home nest.
It wasn't exactly my intention to live in Tucson, nor was it a primary concern to get sober. I was just a miserable individual who, after working for a few years as an registered nurse for a health service in Arizona, had gone on the road to find the "utopia" exit off of some highway in North America.
That became a two-year sabbatical of living and working on organic farms in the U.S. and Canada, visiting intentional communities--also known as... Login to read more
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