So, I made it. I’m back on the East Coast. My place of origin. It was strange to just drive for so many miles and to come to the places where you began a long time ago. The unfamiliar starts to become familiar. For a second it’s new, then it you realize afterwards that it’s all the same, in some way. It isn’t the world and our surroundings that change so much, it’s us that change constantly.
I just drove until I couldn’t drive East anymore. I can still go up or down the coast, but it’s a good boundary to hit the ocean and know that’s it… it’s time to stop for a little while.