It was a trip that feels like lifetimes ago. Free of the city, we met in Nebraska, caravanning together, through Colorado, Utah, Nevada, California, and then up the western coast. I saw the landscape change from flat to mountainous, lush to dry. I saw the subtle transition from green into desert, the wildlife that survived in each climate. My sights changed from sidewalks and skyscrapers to mountain ranges, antelopes, desert and sea. We camped most nights, in Colorado the tent was staked into a snowy mountainside and then the next night into the sandy soil just underneath the most unreal desert hot springs. I met people, I stepped foot on California for the first time. I stayed on an old hippie commune, in a cabin built by a 13-year-old. Oregon and Washington met me with love, the Oregon border greeting me with so many elk, the love of nearby friends.
So much has changed since this trip. Washington feels like home now, my dreams are finally beginning to take shape, my roadside companion is now just a friend and I'm in the unexpected whirlwind of so much new. A new space, an unexpected home, an unexpected partnership - so much is so different from what I envisioned, but as it unfolds, I see how it makes so much sense, how it is somehow even better than that mental picture I was clinging to. This trip was so fully a leap of faith, I reached out blindly, with only a bit of intuition - that gut feeling - to take comfort in. And of course, there have been so many challenges, nearly a month of homeless wandering as I searched for *my space*, the culture shock of big city living to remote rural island living, shifting friendships, and then all the personal growth that comes from trusting in that intuitive feeling.
I'm so excited to begin sharing it with you. I hope autumn is bringing you all some clarity too.