There's no place like home, now is there?

My boxes are stored. My bags are packed. The walls of my freshman dorm lay bare.

In less than 48 hours, I'll pack the car, hug my friends goodbye, and head for Franklin, Massachusetts, the place I've always called home. But the walls in my house on the hill in Franklin are now bare as well, and in 1 month, my parents will pack up their own car and migrate across the country to Arizona. So where then, does that leave me?

Pulled in a hundred different directions by my parents, my grandmother, my friends from home, my friends from school, my second mother Marushka, my aunt, and my sister, I decided that, as always, the best answer was no answer. So I'm going to do it all.

As much as I'd love to spend the summer relaxing at home with the friends whom I've grown up with, the road awaits me. And this is where I'm going to document my adventures. Being homeless doesn't mean that I have no home to go to, so much as it means that I'm going to make everywhere I go my home. I'll set myself up in Massachusetts, East Hampton, Tennessee, Arizona, and Washington D.C., and from there, venture out into the world.

Before I start my life as a nomad, I'd like to say a few words about the home I'm leaving now: George Washington University and Potomac fourth flo'. The only word that could possibly begin to describe all I've learned, loved, and lived in the past year is "tweeeeeeet!". I've met the most wonderful people from all over the world, people whom I can't imaging leaving on Monday. I want to thank you all a thousand times over for this year and say that I truly can't wait to visit you all this summer!

So here we go, off on a magical summer adventure to wherever the road leads. Armed with my trusty honda, my laptop, my camera, and my best friends, I can't possibly get lost.

XO M.

"We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind, and performing our one and noble function of the time, move." -Jack Kerouac