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All these hours driving has given me a lot of time to think.  Time to sit in silence, listen to “Nahko and Medicine for the People” on loop and scroll through the fifty podcasts I downloaded for this adventure.  However, while I was driving along I couldn’t help but start to think of the “norm”. …

Tribe

I followed the construction cones that were illuminated from my headlights.  A small sign with an arrow “Days Inn” pointed me through a lane lined with orange cones.  I pulled into a parking spot in the back corner.  Ollie and I had stopped about fifteen miles before, went to the bathroom and had dinner.  I…

Borders

“Hastings– Next Exit.”  I sped past this sign going 75mph down the interstate.  This is where I was born.  This is where I entered the world.  I continued down the road, crossed the imaginary line of a border and found the town I called home until I was four years old.  I pictured my young…

Martin Van Buren

In the last three days, I have driven 1,503 miles away from Portland.  Martin Van Buren (my van) is amazing.  It feels so satisfying to park, turn in my chair and walk to the back of the van, make a sandwich, take a nap and then walk up to the front, turn the engine over…

The In-Between

My car sold and now I’m solely in the van.  I kinda love clamoring into the tall captain chair, rolling down the windows and cranking some jams as I slowly drive away.  This morning I completed a routine that I have lived for over four years.  A routine of be in the shower by 7AM…

My House is Not My Home

I took my shoes off in the garage to keep the dirt to a minimum.   I opened the door to darkness, but quickly the empty rooms were illuminated with a flip of a switch.  This was my last time in my home for the foreseeable future.  I had spent three weeks working hard to…

Saying Goodbyes

Tonight I had my work going away party.  It felt so amazing to feel the love and presence of so many dear people coming to wish me well.  It was fun to talk about leaving and exciting to think of where I’ll be in a month.  Or even, where I’ll be next week.  I feared…