At Sixty, I Travel for Discomfort
Within the span of a few weeks, my life quietly divided itself into before and after: my father died, and then I turned sixty. One event reminded me how long a life can be. The other reminded me it isn’t unlimited.
Within the span of a few weeks, my life quietly divided itself into before and after: my father died, and then I turned sixty. One event reminded me how long a life can be. The other reminded me it isn’t unlimited.