• My Journey Home — Part 2

    I moved around a lot as a kid; I always had to make new friends wherever I went. Our family was close, not because we necessarily liked each other, but because we didn’t have a choice. For a long while, home was with my family. Then, one day, as a fresh 18-year-old, I stood outside…

  • My Journey Home

    It has been a little over a year since I got the boat. As you may have heard, it has been quite the adventure.

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