“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”


Tomorrow my friends and I are starting our journey across the American West. Unlike the explorers way back when, we are starting West and traveling East, but that’s besides the point. We have very little plans other than being back in Minnesota for the first day of classes in 8 days. For reasons I can’t put into words, I am ready for this experience. I am ready for open roads, getting lost, endless horizons, seas of stars, sun burns, aching feet, and the feeling you get when you stand in front of amazing things where you feel simultaneously small and insignificant and a part of something much greater than yourself. Maybe that’s just me.

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