Before I had Silas, my version of running away to join the circus was to run away and work on a cruise ship or wait tables at a beach-side cafe or run a charter fishing boat....basically just anything near the water requiring very little thought. There were no kids to worry about, so living cheap by entertaining myself laying in the sun, drinking margaritas sounded quite appealing.
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