From the Archives: May 25, 2000 - Age 24

Note: For context, this was day 21 of our 37 day cross-country road trip.

Tonight, after dinner, Shawn said, “Let’s go home.” We both laughed at that. On this trip, we have no true home—we don’t dare call our car or our tent home—so wherever we are is our home. I guess home is where we pitch our tent, or lay our heads at night.

Now, we’re at a bed and breakfast, and a testament to its superb quality would be that Shawn called it “home” tonight, thought it was probably just because it was a house we were returning to, instead of a tent.