briannakocka

I grew up in the outskirts of the twin cities; within the suburban sprawl. It was a place that traded its open spaces for man-made parks. A place that took its vibrant soil and covered it up with concrete and tar. But, despite these things, I love where I grew up. And, without these things, growing up would not have happened the way it did. I am a connoisseur of driving. It’s my secret space where I can get away to, and no one will hear my hums, my crying, my yells of frustration or laughter. It’s mine. So much so that one day I decided it was time to go, to hit the road. To get away from the world of Perkins restaurants and frothy lattes. I got in my car and I drove. And, over a six day journey, ended up in a new home in the far east.

This is my story. It’s nothing special, but it’s the one thing I can own without money or goods, without trading what I have for what could be. And, deep within my story, a deeper story runs. One that embraces the vast cosmos. A bigger story reaching back millennia before me. An interconnectedness with something and Someone much larger.

So, read on fellow internet drifter. And, welcome.