It has been said that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. It has also been said, “There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy.” I find the latter to be more true at this point of my life. Last week, I wrote a glowing post about how I was the proud new owner of a 1973 Airstream and that how my dreams were finally coming true and that I could stop whining and get busy becoming the gypsy hipster I always knew I was meant to be. And…
