While I wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I wouldn’t trade my new life for my old one.
I asked Angus about the wool: How and when are the sheep sheared? Who do you sell it to and what do they do with it? The answer was initially stunning.
While I certainly wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I’m happy with my “new life,” and don’t pine for the old one.
There a great story behind this photo, proudly displayed outside the door of our NYC apartment.
The plan, if you could call it that, had been for me to hitchhike out to California and then up to Oregon.