My family’s rooted in New York, where my parents met, my grandma lives, and I think at least a third of my first cousin’s reside. That’s a third of a pretty big number. Ours is a New England family, despite my having been raised in a suburb in Illinois. In fact, prior to my 26th birthday I would have been less disoriented blindfolded in Manhattan than in Chicago.
Tonight I get in my car with my dog and we drive across the country.
I find myself in the mode in which seven days with no real phone and sporatic internet puts someone like me. Someone with clients and a full-time side job running a blogger network and all the other things that pop into your head before you take off into the wilderness like “don’t forget deoderant” and “like you’ll really need deoderant, D”.