Adventure is coming…

This June I will put my house on the market.
Someone will buy it.
Electronic bank accounts will exchange numbers.
July I will buy an all-wheel drive van.

It may be converted already.
I may pay someone to convert it for me.
I may do most of the work of turning it into a micro-house myself.
I won’t know until I see what numbers my bank account will read.
When whichever van I get is done and ready for me, I will fill in it’s blank spaces-

starting with my future mirrorless camera with underwater housing, my future drone camera, my iphone camera. My laptop, external hard drives, batteries, chargers, SD cards, ring light, tripods, cleaning kits. Fairy lights, fluffy pink pillows and shaggy white blankets that I’ll inevitably get dirty, crystals and gemstones glued into the crevasses, pothos dripping green across the upper cabinets, curtains, and cliché map of the world. Of course all the boring essentials, like castile soap, first aid kit, personal protection items, and fussy glass plates sandwiched between old t-shirts cut into squares.

When I’ve poured what of me will fit into my new home-

I’ll turn towards the horizon and drive.

And drive.
And drive.
And drive.

And photograph… everything.

Lovers giggling. Lovers fuming.
Kids splashing. Kids pouting.
Older gentlemen holding doors.
Older gentlemen slamming them.
The flowers taking over the abandoned motel.
The needles lying next their fallen petals.
Lakes draped in sunset and mosquitoes.
Broken glass allies glinting magic hour sun.
Hands meticulous with care.
Hands mutilated by war.
Moss dripping from tree bark.
Trees dying in drought.

I won’t shy away from my uncomfortableness.
I also won’t glamorize it for likes.

And learn
And learn
And learn.

And talk with… everyone.

The CEO. His lowest paid employee.
The hippie. The corporate lawyer.
The SAHM. The SAHD. The SAHP.
The “spiritual guru.” Their followers.
The big-city priest. The back-woods atheist.
The hardcore leftist. The alt-right winger.
Those who think “they don’t do politics.”
Those who live in the margins.
Those who fear being pushed into the margins.
People who clean the streets.
People who work them.
Doctors, nurses, police officers, judges, paramedics, firefighters, soldiers, airmen, seamen, teachers, small business owners, janitors, artists, fast food workers, humans. All the humans.

And serve.
And serve.
And serve.

Everyone I can. All humans I can get to. Everywhere I can go.

Help people remember who they are.
Help people remember what they are.
Help people remember where they, we all, are from.
Help people remember where they, we all, are going.
Help people remember their purpose.

Because, it is all of us or none of us, folks.

ADVENTURE awaits indeed.