It is 4:41am Monday morning . I have a freshly brewed cup of coffee and music playing softly in the background from one of my many playlists on YouTube. It's been months since I've sat down to write anything more substantial than a grocery list and I am a little nervous about how long it might take for the muscle memory to kick in for me. Writing, much like playing guitar, just seemed to come naturally for me when I started doing it. Today is a momentous day for me in that it signals the beginning of the end of what most of society would consider 'civilized' life. I'm moving out of the house I'm renting on Friday and I have this week to wrap up the usual trappings of living in a house. Severing my ties with the electric provider and my internet service. I also have to get my rental washer and dryer picked up before I leave. Where will I be moving to, you may well ask? That's a complicated answer for many reasons. I'm moving into my car, a 2004 Nis...