Recovery time took longer than what the doctor suggested.
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.