The journey west began in the south -- back to the oceanside town I grew up in. I lay in the sun all day, right at the edge of the outer banks of North Carolina, wondering why I never fully appreciated such a privilege in my young years. I squeezed in as much time with family as I could, trying my best not to complain about my newly acquired (blistering, eep) sunburn. We went out for ice cream, watched movies, ate our meals on docksides, and just as my family does, took our time. I was the only one to swim, appreciating as much of my last bit of time with the east coast as I could. I stepped into the still cool Atlantic, and soon was ducking in and out of waves, salt on my lips, salt in my hair, I was so happy. Exhilarated, it was there I realized I was really, finally free of living in New York. All my belongings in my car, right now, the road is my home. I took a deep breath and felt ready for this new chapter, a fresh beginning.
And I got to make a quick stop in my second old home, Asheville.