I’m not who I was when I started traveling fifteen years ago. I’m not who I was when I lived in a van three years ago. I’m not who I was before the pandemic started. It’s a process, it’s a change, and it’s a chance.
“Are you sure you don’t need another cup of coffee?” Nick asked as we hugged goodbye. I shook my head with embarrassment. “I’m actually gonna grab something at Casey’s. I … Continue reading there’s no place like home