Eight Years (R)

That's how long I've been talking about packing up my car and living life on the road. I've been dreaming of the day for far longer.
 People always ask, "What exactly are you looking for or hoping to find?" Truth is, I have absolutely no idea. The solitude is appealing to me, the proximity with nature, and the freedom of living outside of societal rules, distractions, and obligations, but I can't necessarily say these things are my motives or desires, just added bonuses.
Truth is, there's just always been this gnawing feeling that I don't belong here. I'm not sure where I belong, or if I do in fact belong anywhere at all, but I know that I have to take the time to look around.

 Up until a few months ago I thought this journey was one I had to make on my own. I've just been waiting for the right moment. It's funny how everything started aligning in my own life as Squirrel came into the picture. It's pretty surreal to find another being with this same strange compulsion to roam, and it's even more surreal to see how perfectly both of our lives have aligned to make this dream a reality. Now I see why it never felt quite right to leave Denver until now, I had to wait for Squirrel.

Tonight we rest at the float studio I intern at, a place we plan to return to throughout the summer. Tomorrow we head to Crestone, Colorado where we will meet up with two other magical beings who recently stumbled into my life.

 We embark expectation free and grateful for this opportunity.

 Namaste, Rabbit