"Once a hippie, always a hippie."
My sister Anne said those words to me a few years ago. I don’t think she meant it as a compliment, but also not necessarily a slam, more like a statement of fact. Of course I wanted to argue. But if Hippie = Freedom, I am in.
Hippies like to be outside, right? I like to be outside, in my own world, on my piece of dirt.
As I put my new place together, I’m reflecting a lot about choices I made (or did not make) especially having to with money. I don’t want to be broke or worry about money. But I have never been able to put a fire under myself and be concerned with making money. It seems as if you were born with it or not. As with everything else I guess? Sexual preference, etc.
I would rather cook outside than in a Subzero/Wolf/Carrera Marble Kitchen.
That's not 100% true: I love Carrera Marble. I can get a piece for my outside kitchen.