August – September 2018
Recovery time took longer than what the doctor suggested.
One year.
One year to come to terms with the work on the van.
One year to come to terms with grief.
Here I am, hitting the road with Baba Yaga. As I cross countries, I learn to know myself outside the old narrative of those last few months. I am discovering new places and times. I am living off grid, avoiding cities and crowds. In constant movement. Wild swimming. Hiking. My body is mine and mine only.
I am unsure what it is that I am looking for on this journey or if I will ever find it, but I am healing with every mile I drive South, chasing the Sun.
