20 days

It's been 20 days. Home is my car. It's a good feeling. I don't have any real obligations to anyone. I left Pennsylvania last wednesday, was that ten days ago? I can't even remember. I made it to Massachusetts in just under 12 hours. It shouldn't have taken that long, but it did. Here could be home, whatever that means. It feels right. I have been dancing at the Greenfield Grange Hall. These are some of the best dances I've ever been to. Tomorrow, I head south.

Soul Searching

A summer, both trying and wonderful, as led me to this journey to recover who I was and what I want to be. To come to terms how and who I love, to search my soul to discover who it is I am, and who I want to be.

On September 10th, I left my dearest friends behind, boarded a plane to Washington D.C. Here I sit, in a cafe, one that reminds me of Kaladi's back home, thinking about the past and future. This Saturday, the real journey begins, where it will lead I do not know. Eventually, the path will take back to Alaska, but that time has not come.