Wooden Horse of the West

So the story of Odysseus is super familiar to all of us having read it and studied it multiple times but here we go anyway.
So it's the Trojan War, this big stupid war started because stupid ol' Paris decided he wanted a gorg woman as his wife and now everyone is fighting over this gorgeous woman named Helen and it's all very dumb because why do hundreds of people have to die so one dude can have a hot wife. Anyway it's the end of the war and there's this great plan among the Greeks (mostly Odysseus, he was always the brains) - they start packing up their stuff as if they're conceding the war to the Trojans, then the Trojans get all drunk at night celebrating a war they haven't quite won, and so when they see this great big wooden horse statue they thing "Oh cool brah the Greeks left us this gift as a testament to our might" and they roll that big guy inside the city walls and then those clever ol' Greek dudes in their tiny battle skirts hop out of inside the horse statue when everyone in Troy is drunk and asleep and they slaughter all the men and enslave the women and children because that's what good invaders do after they achieve a duplicitous victory.

When thinking about the greatest journey I could go on I mostly think about the way I would really like my life to progress, at least in a geographic sense. Having been born out in the western US I've really fallen in love with it. I sort of see myself drifting that way the older I get. For college I'm going north like I've always wanted - Chicago or New York or maybe Maine - then as I grow older I hope to go further west, maybe to San Francisco, definitely Portland when I'm in my late 20s or early 30s, and maybe later go up to Seattle. I've always really been in love with the idea of retiring to Alaska and spending the last part of my life around the natural world. I suppose in a way I'm being drawn back to my home in the west, returning to my personal roots, but also to my origins as a human being, drifting back towards the rugged and the wild of the nature that humans as a whole seem to seek to separate themselves from.

Me and my future home somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. Original artwork, do not steal.