Oh, how I love to be on the road...
I drove away from my home in Oregon 8 months ago and now I realize that I have gotten to the point where I think of the road as my home, my one constant. Travelling solo has taught me so much about myself and about the world. Some days were really difficult, I struggled or hit low points - my car (aka my home) broke down one night spraying coolant everywhere, and another time the alternator decided it was time to go. Other times I spent evenings feeling all alone or was unable to sleep because of a feeling of fear or discomfort. But the road is where I feel alive - where I feel most true to myself. Driving long dirt roads in the desert, singing songs and the wind whipping my hair, dancing under the stars, hiking, running, climbing, 500 ft high on an exposed cliff face, soaking up the sun, dirt... everywhere, and meeting new incredible people, hearing their unique story, the beauty of community, building a community. My life shifted course one evening while I was sitting alone on a ridge overlooking an arid desert lansdcape. This was day 3 in the backcountry, no phone service, no man made structures, no water sources, and nobody else. This is where I belong. On the road.
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