It’s the end of an era, in some respects.
For four years I’ve “lived” out of #1069, visiting the cold, dark space periodically to exchange gear, currencies, and documents before the next adventure. Sometimes I’d just sit there in complete silence and make notes about past or future plans, which is code for “wonder what the heck I am doing.”
But today I moved out the final items and shut down the unit. Funny how a simple cement room can generate memories.
Rest assured, this isn’t really the end of an era, and it’s certainly not the end of “Dannyboy Travels.” It’s just the end of the storage unit. My travels and adventures will continue. I simply now have a “home base” that is an actual apartment… #30 not #1069.