I know I shouldn't, but I'm secretly a little envious of people who are starting from scratch with absolute freedom. I kind of have it all, except for total freedom. I really have nothing to complain about and my life is great.

Still, there was this time when I had nothing but a bicycle with four panniers of things for several months, wasn't sure where I'd sleep next, had to withstand cold and rain, and it was easily the singular best experience of my life. I'm not in a situation to repeat that now. Also I fear I wouldn't have the right mindset to repeat that - I've become lazy and complacent.