I found out that in a pinch, all my worldly possessions can packaged up and moved in two hours with four able-bodied people (three of whom are women).
I accessed that soft tissue injuries in your foot can severely dampen plans to construct a fire pit, mow a two-acre farm, and clean out a seven-roomed house.
I determined that it takes someone longer to choose a WPA key than it does for me to install a new wireless router.
I discerned that there is a slim distance between giving and losing life.
I discovered my first white hair. Welcome to my quarter-life crisis.