going places

This past February, the boy I love and I drove from Brooklyn, New York to Portland, Oregon. It took us five weeks to cross the country and was my first time going west. I like to go places and I hope to never be done with it. Here I am in Big Bend, Texas, celebrating the sky, the road, the car, and my seventh straight day without a shower.


Now that we've travelled all this way, I am falling in love with Portland, and wondering if I can become an anthropologist of hipster meccas in the United States.