Perhaps what makes life such a journey are all the goodbyes. The turn of each new chapter points out the magic of life, and the unceasing letting go. I leave Portland in the morning and I leave many beautiful friendships behind. Yes, this is the digital age; I will have access to all the facts, all the sound bites, even the softness of voices, yet it’s the absence of eyes that will create this vast gulf.

I feel as though I am moving closer to understanding my home. We all have a home within ourselves, one that is painted particular hues and bears many marks of what we are capable of growing in the time we have. My curiosity now is for how this discovery will affect living out of my car, immersed in the vast stretches of trees, concrete islands, and endless stores we call America.