It's about that time

A year ago I started this blog to keep track of Ryan and I living together in Kansas City. He hated being filmed and I got pretty lazy documenting, as I was more concerned with experiencing. So, a year passed faster than I could even fathom and while we've got a million photos and videos, I never posted them. It's too late now. Now, Ryan's gone to Chicago to chase his dreams and I'm leaving for San Francisco in a week. I've been living with Ryan's mom, the super star Sara Steele, for the past 2 months.

She opened her childhood home to me, offered me a cozy bed and warm meals.

I have downsized my belongings, which wasn't difficult, but it wasn't easy either. I really only owned what I cherished and lot of that had to go once I made up my mind to head West. So now, I've got to make all of this fit into my car which will probably take another round of "Can I live without this?"

This little Kia and I will be driving from Kansas City to San Francisco in little more than a week.

The only thing holding me together at this point is the tremendous love and support of my friends and that voice that always makes me slow down to hear its whisper. It's the voice of hope. The voice that keeps me traveling, wandering, experiencing. It's the voice I've learned to trust because every time I ignore it I find myself broke, heartbroken and wallowing in despair. It's time for me to go, to see the world. And I want to document my travels because I have tendency to forget where I come from and where I've been. It's hard to remember the details of such an abundant life and I need a touchstone that I can come back to on the hard and lonely days. I've got 10 days left in Kansas and then I'm off to see what I can make of myself. They keep telling me that fortune favors the brave and I'm willing to test that theory. I've seen the alternative and it's not an option. Not for me. I was born to live.