All I want in life right now is a road trip. Seven years ago (wait, what?) my roommate Emily and her boyfriend and I used our spring break to drive from New York to Chicago to Memphis — and all of those years since, I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me what the happiest picture of me is located, because I knew I could immediately point them here.
Jurvis was away for a week, so I went through all of our closets and hiding spaces, and tried to dispose of anything I owned that I didn’t actually want or need. I burned all of my CDs to my iPod and dropped them off at the door of the Goodwill. I went through paperwork, old shoes, books and magazines. Five grocery bags of useful things I didn’t actually use, two garbage bags of detritus I had simply allowed to accumulate.
And I tried to create a semblance of the life I wanted to lead, to clear the cobwebs and fill a scrapbook of everything I had liked.
Full roadtrip album: here.