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Do you ever feel like just a cog and machine getting up every day, trudging to your job,

working all day only to come home too tired for much more than a meal and some TV. Then the weekend comes. The chores and errands

piled up, and by Sunday night, the scaries arrive, the dread of another leap ahead just sinking in. Is this all

there is, you think? Work and sleep and never enough money to get ahead? No time for yourself ever?

How is this a life, you ask yourself? And then you blink and a decade has gone by.

Maybe this isn't the life you're supposed to live.

Maybe you were born to be a wanderer, someone who isn't built to be a cog, someone who's

spirit craves freedom and movement, someone who wasn't meant for mortgages and credit

scores and tyrannical homeowner associations. If only you'd been born a hundred or more years ago

when the whistle of a freight train was like a sirens call.

That whistle meant freedom.

It meant opportunity.

You could follow that whistle.

Heave yourself onto that train and leave the life you'd been born into behind.

Trading your fixed address for a rough kind of liberty, a nomads like what you say,

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