I miss being able to throw all my small treasures in the backseat of my car, and driving to a place I've never seen before for a job. That is the life of a seasonal biologist. Then the boss starts wanting you to stick around and tempts you with health insurance to trap you in the job, hoping you will have a kid and never leave. I'm dreaming of wide open spaces and a slow pace of life that doesn't require me flying across the country and living in hotels to do my daily job. Pine trees, and fields of flowers, grass and snow may lie in my future if I have the courage to dream. I want to be free, where the cowboys are friendly, and the landscape is wide open.
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