I spent most of the break between graduating university and moving to London on top of this parking garage, at the edge of the university and the city that I did not love until I realized that I was leaving.
We sold this gem of a car on the way to the airport. She and I were together for twelve years. I miss her terribly. RIP Belle.
Karleigh and I drove for hours and hours because we knew that Tybee Island was at the end, and when we got to the beach, we just stared. It was like we had never seen the ocean before.
On our way back to the mainland, I noticed the sun setting over the Savannah River. Karleigh had never seen the sun set over water, so I stopped, and we walked out to a bridge and sat next to fishermen and watched the sun set over Savannah.
I spent a weekend at my grandparents' in the mountains, and my grandfather took me on an unexpected hike up to a beaver pond he had known years ago. We found boys camping in the shadow of a mountain, and we walked together in silence, picking flowers for my grandmother.
A couple of weeks ago, I had to get my biometrics done in order to apply for my visa. The appointment assigned to me was in a city three hours from my hometown, and I went alone, and got lost, and managed a visit to the beach. It's always odd to go to places like the beach, or a historic town, or even a rest area, alone. It makes me more introspective.
The self portrait in the mirror is one that I've taken three times over the past year and a few odd months. Every time I'm in the area, I stop. It's a growing experience. The first time I stopped, I was with my best friend at the time. The second time, I was meeting a person who had been close to me and grown away. This time, I was alone, and I was oddly okay with it.