Home

The concept of "home" really messed with my head for a few years in my late teens and early twenties. I didn't feel like I had one. I was born and raised in Indianapolis, and though I've made fairly regular visits- even spending a semester in the middle of my college career there- it does not feel like home to me. Much of my time in my early 20's was spent in 3-6 month stints in Olympia, Washington. But my relationship with Olympia has been tenuous at best. I frequently ran away for months at a time. I went to Texas, to Costa Rica, to Indianapolis... in a constant search for a place that felt like home.

After graduating from college, I ended up settling down for a year and a half in Seattle. It was a good fit for the time that I was there, and I was finally able to stop my relentless search.

At least for a bit.

Gradually the routine of my life and, to be perfectly honest- the weather, began to wear on me. Seattle did me right, but it was time to set off again. It was time to find a place where I wanted to really put down roots.

And boy, did I ever. Though I'd visited it mostly for shits and giggles, Colorado ended up stealing my heart. I spent November and December bouncing between northern Colorado and Denver, and I'm quite pleased with the area. The people are friendly and engaging, the arts community is mind-bogglingly active, and the weather is dry and sunny. WIN!!

I'm on the road once again, but I'm looking forward to returning to Colorado later this spring. Though it will likely be a lifetime before I fully shake my nomadic streak, I'm looking forward to really putting down roots in one place. Traveling through the western half of the country over the winter and early spring will be a blast, but it feels good to know that I'll have a home at the end of it.