Prologue: I was dating a girl named Destiny.
These are my plans for 2017. Beyond that, who knows? Maybe I'll spend a year in Spain, maybe two, or three. Perhaps I'll follow it up with travels in Asia, South America, Africa. Maybe I'll never set foot in the United States again; just as plausible, I could return to New York in a couple years. I know only one thing at this moment: I want a life up in the air and out on the road.
Fear is a natural reaction to the unknown. Terror is the most basic response to what is going on the world, but compassion should be as well. Empathy and a desire to understand, these should be just as powerful emotions within all of us or our world will continue to deteriorate. We can't keep pretending that just because something happens on the other side of an imaginary line that we won't be impacted.
We are going to remember 2016. We are going to remember it for what we lost. We are going to remember it for all that happened, and for all that we had hoped would happen, but did not. There will be times when the memories will come back to us in waves of pain and anger and utter dismay. We will not be able to forget.
My home is where I rest my head at any given time, my home is any stop along I-70 or any town where a friend will share a drink with me. My home is the United States.
I have known for years what my final tattoo would be, and now that I have it, the full picture is complete.
We are the culmination of our experiences. Our experiences are the result of our choices. Our choices are the product of our temperament. Our temperament is a gift of birth.
I'm using this space to say thank you to those whose lives became intertwined with mine throughout this past decade, for better or for worse (for me, mostly the former; for them, mostly the latter). This was a solitary journey for the majority of the years, yet I didn't do it on my own.