Coming Alive

A lot has shifted lately.

Graduation. Passing exams. Losing people. Finding new ones.

Somewhere in there, I realized something uncomfortable: I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I went to Arizona in January. Arizona was gorgeous. It also wasn’t enough.

Not enough time.

Not enough space.

Not enough freedom.

So, I fixed that.

I threw together an itinerary, complete with stops missed before and choices I wish I'd made. I threw my shit into a bag, packed my camera, created a Spotify playlist (Colter Wall, obviously), downloaded a few audiobooks, panicked a bit, and hit the road.

To Arizona. Alone. Six days. Me and the desert.

This time, I didn’t rush it. I went where I wanted. Stopped where I wanted. Stayed longer. Left sooner. No negotiating, no adjusting, no waiting.

Just me, the road, and whatever I felt like doing next.

Over the next few days and weeks, I’ll be sharing what that actually looked like.

Not the polished version. The real one.