Wanderlust, or something like it

And thus began my summer on the road.

Google Maps tells me that I will have spent 11, 464 miles on the road this summer during my various little road trips before I see your lovely faces this fall.
(9,914 If i don't make it to Toronto.)

SF, Portland, Denver, Chicago, Minneapolis, Des Moines, The Outer Banks. perhaps the southwest on my way to school.

I'm no Kerouac, I'm not looking for America*. not this time, at least.

People. Family. That's why I've driven so long, so far.

Like stars, my loved ones are scattered across the Map. Like a land-locked sailor, I navigate by their twinkling smiles.

Joe says often to remember what a gift it is to be relieved of the pressures of "real life". This relief makes this journey possible. In less than a year, this relief will be gone.

Until then, I plan on making the most of it.

Waffles!


*I found America. Most people call it western South Dakota.