lost in the moment : who am i

I'm 45. I've moved around and started over many times in life, but there was something that always gave me a sense of home. In April of 2025, after 25-years, I lost that.

I've wandered about for most of the last year: slept in a van, walked through France and Spain, and volunteered in Uganda. I'm in Maine, now. My feet have stopped wandering for the moment, but I'm still lost.

I have a lot to make sense of as I turn over untouchable memories and dreams and as I try to find a way to greet this world in all it's strangeness. I have work to do. I'm maintaining my anonymity so that I have the freedom to do it.

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