I leave Indiana in two weeks, and I find myself once again going through the oh-so-familiar motions and rituals of transition. Packing, sorting, shedding; last moments with friends and family; stocking up on baby cuddles; selling the non-essential and dealing with the wildly interesting folks that brings to my doorstep; dreaming and reminiscing and holding close that bittersweet feeling that accompanies the end of every new beginning.

Just like all the previous times, it doesn’t quite feel real yet… and yet, I feel my heart readying itself and I know, without a doubt,

It’s time to go.

I hear the wild open road calling, and my soul craves the adventure, beauty, solitude, friendships, and inspiration that lie along it, just as my feet itch to climb every mountain and my eyes yearn to see what lies beyond every new bend.

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There is so much gratitude overflowing in my heart right now – for this beautiful season in Indiana, for family, for reaching goals that just a short time ago seemed like an absolute impossibility, for the possibility of a new adventure, for the ability to live life free, on my own terms, with the whole world as my home.

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors… Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” – A Hat Full of Sky

Indiana, you’ve been an unexpected breath of fresh air. Thank you.