I MOVED TO THE MOUNTAINS TO BE ALONE—AND FOUND A DONKEY THAT WOULDN’T LEAVE ME ALONE
When I left Indianapolis, I didn’t slam the door behind me—I just walked out quietly. I didn’t owe anyone an explanation. I didn’t give my landlord a forwarding address. I left my job as a field technician with two weeks’ notice and zero fanfare. The only person who knew my plan was my sister, Carly, ...